By John Hooper Dean
Whatever your age as an elder or youth
Your moment of death is your moment of truth
The rest of us struggle to figure it out
Searching for answers to vanquish the doubt
Life can be challenging; sometimes it seems
God tests us and pulls us away from our dreams
We bargain with God and to Jesus we pray
Hoping his message will show us the way
When life as we know it is no longer led
Conventional wisdom says Cry for the dead!
We pray for an Angel to show us her face
Oh, help us make sense of this difficult place
And gently she floats down from heaven to be
So close with us here on earth by the sea
Grieving with us like a family as one
Her work of compassion is never quite done
Sweet Angel kneels down here to take a short rest
In prayer for everyone’s highest and best
She crosses her arms as she bows down her head
Apparently weeping in grief for the dead
But this moment of truth reveals eternal life
There’s no death in spirit; there’s no pain or strife
God’s love awaits us in heavenly light
Where all of us go when the timing is right
Sitting beside her in sadness and cold
And guided by spirits of ancestors old
I asked Weeping Angel, Oh why do you cry?
Then waited in silence, a tear in my eye
My journey of faith, an awakening time
My personal search for the truth told in rhyme
Conventional wisdom is wrong Angel said
I weep for the living not for the dead
© 2007 John Hooper Dean
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