Friday, October 28, 2011

The Days Are Short

The days are short although the nights grow longer
The will to learn and to forget the past
The wisdom to behold Your plan and purpose
Is now my goal; our minds as one at last.

I will walk on; not turning, or regretting
I will walk on though trials may still remain
No stopping now; the world will keep on turning
Whatever comes, my Lord, You stay the same.

A diadem can glisten in my tear drops
I see a cross beside a lonely grave
It’s not the end of life, and love, and friendship
Just a brief parting; faith can still be brave.

The music pours through Heaven’s open portals
The sounds of praise now fill the halcyon air
We are reborn, renewed, and now immortal
Our mortal love now pure; no sorrow there.

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2011.


Pam said...

Beautiful imagery, Wyn. And such a comforting thought to know that our time away from loved ones who have gone before will be short.
Blessings as you bless others!

wyn said...

It is only one sleep for them but love is never forgotten, not should it be.
Blessings to you too Pam.

Marja Meijers said...

Beautiful Wyn, as always.
I have given you an award, check out my blog!

wyn said...

You caught me again, Marja! I hope I did it right?