"The Good Lord Took Her Home" (Original Poem)

In calm repose 

Her soul arose

The good Lord took her home


To heaven flown

Where God enthroned

Has called to bring her home 


The pearly gates swung open wide

And she passed through to the other side 

The good Lord took her home 


Those streets of gold 

Her eyes behold 

The good Lord took her home 


Clothed in white 

And brilliant light

The good Lord took her home


Renewed in body, mind, and soul,

The good Lord has made her whole 

When he carried her home 


Pilgrimage done

Paradise won

The good Lord took her home


Death defeated 

Heaven greeted

The good Lord took her home


The heavenly host all proclaimed 

Her coming and shouted her name 

The good Lord brought her home 


Such joy abounds 

The trumpets sound

The good Lord brought her home 


Reunion dear

And joyful tears

The good Lord brought her home 


Departed loved ones gathered near

And from the masses rose a cheer 

The good Lord brought her home 


I have no choice 

I must rejoice

The good Lord took her home 


When my day comes

My journey done

The Lord will bring me home


In Loving Memory of Gram



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

"The Cost" (Original Poem)

This poem is in a "quintilla" form, with a rhyme scheme AABBA.  “The Cost” 25 February 2025  ~form: quintilla, AABBA rhyme scheme~ The world is dark and cruel and cold Dims, dulls, and taints the heart of gold  Sordid motives and desire Stoke flames of forthcoming fire  Despite the warnings manifold    Though righteously once shone the light  Upon the earth, for all was right  And peace abound from east to west Each creature bountifully blessed All according to His good sight    Until the seed of darkness raised His ugly head, his red eyes blazed Disdained the work of sanctity  And plotted a calamity  The perfect world at once fell razed   Since that moment, all have toiled  Finite years of life now soiled In the dust and filth and mire  While, in our Maker's eyes, a fire Burned, as His holy blood boiled    His children, holy creation Now at risk of hell's damnation So, in His wisdom, He prepared A way ...
Read more

"Journey of Whales" (Original Poem)

H arrowing, hollow echo through darkest depths A cross heart and soul bridges abysmal breadth U nder leagues and fathoms pierces mournful cry N ether giants drift, resonate, amplify T heir plaintive, poignant, melancholic refrains I nto vast, stygian, tenebrous domains N avigate solemn sojourns, routes of twilight G racefully glide in melodic marine flight ~ I know it's been a long time since I've posted. Life got hectic. Yet, today I found a moment of time to write, while listening to whale sounds (they help me focus on studying), and I wrote a poem about them. This is an acrostic poem, which means that the first letter of each line makes a word, when put together. 
Read more

Random Memory: The Straw-Hat-Mailman

This is a bit different from my usual posts, but I wanted to share two memories from my childhood that I still remember at random times and smile about. These memories are both about the same person and, although I've long since forgotten his name, I'll never forget his kindness.  When I was young, the mail carriers who visited our house would change every few years, but there was this one mailman who visited our neighborhood for at least several years. He always wore a large straw hat and carried a huge mailbag, since he would park at one end of the street and walk the entire length of the street, on both sides, before returning to his truck.  I was about eight to twelve years old (so, maybe 2010 to 2014?) when my siblings and I took up a fascination with rubber band guns. We would make them from a forked stick and a twig, with a single rubber band to connect the “trigger” (the twig) to the “gun” (the forked stick). Then, we would use a second rubber band as the “bullet” by l...
Read more