A child's crossing from this world to the next... |
For Conor... Railway to Heaven by Terri Lynn Cummings Profoundly sleeping having wrestled Life’s harsh battles, evermore. Hard earned wisdom, his child eyes see Heavenly pleasures from kindness’ hoard… Sleeping with beloved train toy still in hand from day before. Send no flowers to his waking, No difference do they make his view. Colorless versions, they are faking Boyish sunflowers he once knew… His closed eyes now see more glory than ours opened ever do. We can feel the angels singing As they guide him to His train. Stilled heart beats his new beginning, Ash now mingles with his play… A heaven song we cannot hear brings joy to him along his way. Trains move through a tunneled heaven On the tracks God laid beneath. As conductor he now plays while Smoke enwraps him in his sheath… He is on last journey sending train toots to console our grief. He knows no sorrow while we lose our Sanity felled by grieving years. Yet, time gives back our sense of loss for Love transcends life’s endless tears… No longer wish his earthly presence as peace o'er takes our mortal fears. |