(photo most generously provided by LuLu at My Pink Turtle.....Merci!)
At some point on our path of life,
we reach a broadened fork and then
a voice begins to call us home;
and choosing paths,
we take the yonder one.
Lifted from this heavy realm
of mortal weakness, illness, cost,
there--suddenly--the spirit soars!
And all is bright, with grief no more
'tis thru the rainbow that we
then are lost.....
In bliss. Reunion with our parted kin
and loved ones from the years far past
and friends who long ago we lost
and pets, as well, whose souls are ready, true;
Steadfast, they wait.
Strange rainbows I have seen,
but none that call my name quite yet
to knock upon the bright-hued doors, and
reacquaint myself to souls that sit
and paint these hallowed shores
and light the sky with color
'til we meet.
But friend, you now are there;
take up the paintbrush in thy hand
As you did here and drizzle colors
bold and bright that all may see!
Let brightness, glow abound!
You have arrived; it is not night,
it is not sleep that greeted thee
but glorious shades beyond
our small command,
broad and pure as all eternity
'tis spread out, all around.
Blessings for Mary Jo Sidwell-Murphy, who will be laid to rest today. She was an artist and at 62, called to serve a greater purpose; painting the hues of the heavens and keeping bright rainbows in the skies.
Requiescat in pace.