It's not because I don't love You
for You surely know I do.
I just don't want to leave the ones I love,
given to me by You.

Yes, Lord, I am afraid of dying but,
Your word I do not doubt.
The daily trial of living yes that,
I can gladly do without.

You say someday I will be reunited,
with all the ones I love?
In Your home in heaven where,
You live with God above?

I have many friends Lord that mean,
so very much to me.
What about the grief that my passing,
will cause my family?

Lord will You be with them and,
hold them close and tight?
Will You ease their sadness when,
they think of me at night?

Please tell me that You will not let them,
come to any harm.
Always let them know they can lean,
firmly on Your arm.

I’m going to miss seeing the seasons,
and my garden growing,
And the scent of fresh cut grass when,
it’s time for mowing.

Are there birds in heaven Lord,
trilling their sweet songs?
Will I write my poetry or is it only,
on earth that it belongs?

You know I have stopped praying to live,
and be whole again.
Is it selfish or is it alright to pray that,
I may pass without pain?

Lord once You sent me angels when,
I needed them by me.
Will You do it again when my time,
for freedom comes to be?

People scoff when I say my days are,
fast coming to an end.
Lord I know it to be true I accept,
the invitation You extend.

~ Norma Marek ~
2-21-04