To be Home Again
بِسۡمِ
ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
The following poem was originally written for Trudi M. Best, who passed away on the 26th February 2021, two days after her fortieth birthday, from cancer.
There
are footsteps felt,
In the emerald belt,
Where the wind blows,
And the rains flow,
On a lonely trail,
To a hidden vale,
Where the angels sing,
And laughter would ring.
Where sorrow and pain,
Heartaches in vain,
Are kept a distance,
And union an instance.
Where the weary soul,
Is made again whole,
To await a return,
A Promised return,
To a place of rest,
In the company of the Blest.
To come Home again,
To be Home again.
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