In these few and simple lines may the Lord grant that some weary, bereaved saints find a blessing, however small or passing.

With aching heart, in halting disarray,
His trembling voice: “My love has gone away.”
Her treasured quiet beauty quickly fades,
And all around it seems the curse pervades.
By sudden change she from her pain has flown,
Yet through the same he finds himself alone.
Though she’s gone on and he is left behind,
To keep her wishes still is on his mind.
Reminders of her presence fill his view;
How can he live as one instead of two?
While greater loss he hardly could conceive,
With all his soul he truly does believe:
The Christ both life and resurrection is;
To live and never die shall all who’re his.