I sit and wait
to hear the beat
of the wings of angels.

Sorrow and sadness and pain
wait to fly to Glory.

Remembering a hard life of toil,
no wealth or grandeur to comfort and sustain me.

Looking for the joy
to replace the pain…
the Son,
to fill the darkness of despair.

God grants each their individual
gifts of service.
Mine were family and home.

Well done—Well done.

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