For the first time in a while I have had to refer to the poem below 3 times this week.
This morning I posted it on FB for a friend whose wife passed yesterday.
I had a gut feeling to save it onto my laptop.
Low and behold Mrs Cottrell's anniversary notice was received some 2 hours after I saved it! Coincidence or what?
After Hours
With body tired and mind at rest,
One final journey remains,
With spirit guide and soul all blessed,
And no more earthly pains.
Safe in the realm where angels bide,
Free to wander with health restored,
And sit with loved ones by your side,
In heaven you’ll never be bored.
We view this life as – just one chance,
Three score years, your goal to earn,
But look again, with an altered glance,
There is so much more to learn.
The etheric mist is a vibrant home,
Golden orbs in a brilliant white beam,
With power to transcend and a license to roam,
You will visit us whilst we dream.
And in a guise cloaked from our view,
Unconditional love will unfold,
And answers to the questions of “Why, what and who?”,
To us will soon be told.
Think not of life as cruel but kind,
With karma the driving force,
Keep it at the forefront of your mind,
For it will map the course.
That leads us back to the heavenly domain,
Where comfort awaits in great store,
To vanquish human desires – so vain,
With peace forever more.
Yet on this earth plane we will grieve our loss,
Such pain is hard to bear,
Until the next time when our paths will cross,
Goodbye, God bless, take care!