Will George Poet What is left behind

WHAT IS LEFT BEHIND?

There are many faces

that pass me by.

There are many voices

who will no longer hear mine.

My memories are sweet,

of friends and good events.

Likewise I hope to remain, treasured,

for the best of me, I believe,

I have left behind.

Tears can be for joy or sadness.

I have cried many,

as many as you have cried for me.

Now cry no longer for I am at ease,

my body rests and my spirit has been renewed,

The time we have spent has been worthwhile,

captured on film or in your mind’s eye.

There is time enough for us to say our good-byes,

but do not be concerned for I am not far away.

You know within the deepness of your heart

there is little that will keep us apart.

Love bound us in our lives

and surely binds us beyond this night.

We shall soar as morning doves amongst the clouds,

freely sharing each others gifts for which we vowed

to hold to each other until death us do part.

Yet we are still bound by those ties

of friendship that excel just husband and wife.

Speak to me when you are in need.

Do not wait and do not doubt.

You can make decisions for your self

for you have always been strong.

I know the days and nights may feel long,

but do not let them slip away.

Life is there to be lived and to be enjoyed.

To each one of us a gift has been given,

so relish each moment and do not bury me again.

Death is a necessity; even Christ died.

He died of the flesh to renew the spirit.

So also, I am to follow.

I have not left you behind,

I have gone to a part of that future place.

Do not mourn me for ever, rather rejoice.

Rejoice in the good things that God has provided.

Let your spirit sing with praise,

Let your heart be lifted up for joy.

I am the son, I am the brother,

likewise there is the sister and the daughter.

Our time has come to a brief end,

where our presence with you is not the same.

Faith and love are the garments that protect

both our inner and exterior selves.

These robes are freely given and our privilege to wear

and they will support us and the pain we bear

until we are once again brought together.

If I have left you anything,

then let it be your will to live,

to share your gifts with others less fortunate.

There are many who need to be healed;

You can be the one to intercede

and provide nurture to those souls lost in grief.

Now my words must be the seal of my passing,

my thoughts I fleetingly must put to one side,

For I can hear voices calling, a Host giving praise.