A very good friend passed away a few weeks ago, and the truth is I can’t even keep writing without first honoring him. When I heard the news, I did the only thing I knew to do for comfort: I wrote a poem.
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To Be Home
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How do we say goodbye?
We say “See you later.” What a feast it will be
To break bread and
Spread butter
To laugh and dance
To sing and worship
To fit the missing piece
Just in its perfect place
To kiss the lion
To hug the Savior
To know His laugh
It’s like coming home
It’s like skin to skin
It’s like being full
Of milk and honey
It’s like a wedding dance
It’s like a field
With soft breezes
And warm grasses
And when we gaze
Upon His face
Knowing all is well,
It is well,
It is well,
I cannot wait
To look at you,
Your face shining
From His
and say “How
Perfect it is,
Old friend -
Cherished, we
are indeed!
How silly were we?
To ever doubt it? -
Ah! Yes.
How
Perfect it is
To be Home.”
