Grief Poem - We're aging

With faltering steps and shaking hands, we’re thankful for clear mind.

Some of our dear ones headed home, caretakers were so kind.

We’re blessed with friends with cheery smiles as we enjoy our tea.

While there are some whose eyes grow dim, we know our Lord can see.[1]

We all know folks who’d like new ears; we see them strain to hear.

We all remember yesterdays which often bring a tear.

We’re thankful, Lord, though You’re ahead, we know You’re with us still.

We, too, grow old — as did dear ones, though illness gives a chill.

So blessed we are when folks stop in, they pause to chat a while,

We know we’re loved and not alone, that thought brings on a smile.

Our dear ones may have gone ahead; their trip was tailor-made!

But we also, are on our way; we’re not to be dismayed.

We journey home in loving ways to meet dear ones above.

Eyes may grow dim but this we know, Lord waits for us with love.

When grief does come; our hearts do ache when loved ones pass away,

We’re born to die, soon we’ll “fly off,” to heaven, there to stay.

So blessed are those who understand, life here means passing through.

God promise is to take us home, we’ll be where all is new.

2018 Prairie Wind

(1) Deut. 31: 8 “The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”