My Suffering Sister

©Sharon Rose


Tears in my heart are for you.

Your worries have past: forever.

All of life changes; surreal too.

Know He answered; The Prayer.

 

Resolving all the fears; unknown.

You join our loving family; paired.

Under ‘The Tall Canopy’, all mown.

Heavens view is now fully shared.

 

“You see the water, every day,

-breezes of His Spirit, revealed.

all day, every day, all day.”

The Prayer; the one fate; sealed.

 

No horrors and fears, can ever reach.

Our dearest, youngest suffering sister.

She is so free at last; to rest at the beach.

Thank you for answering, we will miss her.

 

Just at first, then we will begin to think;

“You see the water, every day, all day,

every day, all day.” Our sadness will shrink.

We know The Prayer. You. Unwilling to stay.

 

You called Him, He came, our Dear Jesus!

Our God knew your suffrage, He married you

just the same. He sees us all in each season;

thankfully only His eyes have the true view.

 

Cheer us on from heavenly lofts, saving our tears.

A small way to say, our goodbyes these last days.

Returning together to The Tall Canopy with peers.

Feeling strangely aloof as God makes our ways.

The Tall Canopy One Last Gift ©Sharon Rose

I

Many early heritages,

A place kept w/ care. In

a meadow with Fullness;

peace. Flowers grace/

blooms in spring. Branches

gnarly at every turn.

Fifty feet of height over

quiet restful grass. dears;

lie beneath rigid, stoic are

our writers, and pioneers,

artists, workers of His

righteousness all are

sleeping well among

oaks. Our dear loves.

The tall canopy first

met my eyes in the

whirlwind tour hosted

by my Beloved. Also

tall convincing, wooing

me to stay. You see the

water, every day all day;

every day, all day, you see

the water.

II

Under the canopy rest

newer sorts, some rich,

some poor, some not

rich nor poor. As they

gaze, listening closely

you will hear; “You see

the water, every day,

all day, every day, all day.”

Some view! Heavenly

sights, no restraints,

travelers flying by;

above and below, “You

see the water, every day,

all day, every day, all day.”

Gnarly branches reach out

Waving as winds move

leaves. Some hear, “You see

the water, every day,

all day, every day, all day.” 

"You two boys better get

away from that water."

The dear was not ready.

 

III

Oh, the dear waited

and waited, all day long,

as He waited for dear

to decide when to meet

Him again. Calmly,

peacefully, He patiently

came back there,

time after time, until

dear was ready to

see the water, every day,

all day, every day, all day.

Joining all who were

so obviously waiting.

Everyday one would

ask, "Are you ready?"

Dear; would say,"Not yet,

I will be there, soon. Don't 

rush me." Quietly dear

exhales and rejoins into

the young happy spirit

from whence; all forms

of life in this planet

find all life origins.