No glory found in tragedy,
With eyes denying pain-filled tears;
As waterfalls halt over masses of hurt―
Where a loved life fuses with our fears;.
We must not question God's purpose,
Though comfort won’t comfort the empty space;
And during this period of bewilderment―
Remember― they're in a better place.
For God is too wise and too trustworthy,
To give leverage for any one mistake;
The King of Kings would never consent―
A burden our families could not take.
So feel the angel wings of consolation,
Wipe away any outpour of tears of sorrow;
And feel the radiation of a lost smile―
That we'll hold in the distant tomorrow.
Even with the void that fills our hearts,
Unable to wholly vanish or erase;
They now wear God's crown of paradise―
Forever resting in a better place.
Heaven is rejoicing that our angel
Is now without hurt and melancholy;
For they have been deemed eternal life―
And our tragedy, is heaven's glory.
Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004