Going Home

A Poem by Seamstress

The moon, a smiling sliver shining bright,
the stars pin prick the sky with their bright light,
meteors race each other through the sky this night.

I stood on the porch watching that race,
through all of that beauty within outer space,
never a pathway that my fingers could trace.

You came to me then in the midst of the dark
kissing my cheek and touching my heart
Your everlasting love in me shall leave its mark

With one last touch you left this place
You jumped upon a meteor and rode to heaven in the race
Upon seeing those pearly gates your eyes blazed

The Book sat humbly there with Him thumbing through
His eyes look up gentle and his words kindly welcome you
Voices of angels welcome as the streets of gold lead you

Beautiful mansions of purest love align the street
Your led to one of pure Celtic riches and beauty
Across the street in a park you see a climbing tree

Your humanly body aged and ill revived the moment you got there
your eyes brighten huge, you leap for joy, on your cheek a joyous tear
Sprinting across the street you have not a care

Climbing that tree you race to the highest limb
A soft brown leather notebook and pen, a gift from Him
Nestled on that branch, because He knows you well

On the first page words from our Master and King
Words of welcome and love such beautiful writing
Your hand begins like the meteors with its racing

words flow from your mind in pure beauty
Your penmanship perfect even in its hurry
as words flow to the paper they create a harmony

Your voice begins to read your words in song
growing stronger and sweeter as it continues along
soon the angels of heaven know the words and sing along

My heart hears your song and rejoices with smiles of glee
knowing you are happy and healthy writing up in that tree
I may miss you but I know you are saving a limb for me.

Keep on writing and keep on singing
know that in my heart i feel your joyful being
i love you my Daniel, my Tattered Teddy, my dancing angelic being.