Miss Me – And Let Me Go!

January 15, 2011

Now that I’ve come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

Remember the fun and the laughs we had

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little – but not too long

And not with your head bowed low

Remember the love we all still share

Miss me – And let me go!

This is a journey we all will take

Each of us takes it alone

It is all part of the good Lord’s plan

A step on the road to home

When you feel lonely or sick at heart

Seek out the friends we know;

Ease your sorrow by doing good deeds

Miss me – And let me go!

–Author Unknown


Treasure Up in Heaven

June 1, 2008

Treasure Up in Heaven

You tell me I am getting old, but that’s not really so.
The house I live in may be worn, and that of course I know.
It’s been in use for quite a while, weathered by wind and hail.
I’m therefore not surprised to find it’s getting somewhat frail!

 You tell me I am getting old, you mix the house with me.
You’re looking at the outside, that’s all that you can see.
The dweller in this shaky house is young and bright and free;
Just starting on a life that lasts for all eternity.

 The colour’s changing on the roof, the window’s looking dim,
The wall’s a bit transparent and is getting rather thin.
The foundation’s not as steady, as once it used to be;
But that is all that you observe, and really that’s not me!

 I patch the old house up a bit, to make it last the night,
But soon I shall be leaving for my home of endless light:
I’m going to live forever there, for life goes on—it’s grand!
How can you say I’m getting old? You do not understand!

 These few short years can’t make me old. I feel I’m in my youth:
Eternal life is mine right now, and thats the solid truth!
I will not fret to see this house grow shabby day by day,
But look ahead to my New Home which never will decay.

 I want to be found worthy for my Father’s house above;
Cleansed in the precious Blood of Christ and growing still in love.
The beauty of that glorious home no words can ever say.
‘Tis hidden from these mortal eyes, but kept for me some day.

 My house is getting ready in a place beyond the sky.
Its Architect and Builder is my Saviour now on high:
But He’s told me that He’s leaving all the furnishing to me,
So it’s ‘treasure up in heaven’ that I’m storing—don’t you see?

 Mr L. A. T. Van Dooran


Looking for the Sunrise

June 1, 2008

Looking for the Sunrise

I’m not looking for the sunset,
As the swift years come and go;
I am looking for the sunrise,
And the golden morning glow,
Where the light of heaven’s glory
Will break forth upon my sight,
In the land that knows no sunset,
Nor the darkness of the night.

                                 I’m not going down the pathway
                                  Toward the setting of the sun,
                                 Where the shadows ever deepen
                                   When the day at last is done;
                                   I am walking up the hillside
                              Where the sunshine lights the way,
                                    To the glory of the sunrise
                                    Of God’s never-ending day.

                                 I’m not going down, but upward,
                                     And the path is never dim,
                                For the day grows ever brighter
                                     As I journey on with Him.
                                So my eyes are on the hilltops,
                                  Waiting for the sun to rise,
                                  Waiting for His invitation
                              To the home beyond the skies.

                               Albert Simpson Reitz, June 1953


Eulogy

January 28, 2008

The essence of God’s forgiveness lies in His word and in His mystery.

 Because although God sends us the message, it is our task to decipher it.

 Because when we open our arms, the earth takes in only a hollow and senseless shell.

 Far away now is the soul in its eternal glory.

 Because it is in pain that we find the meaning of life and the state of grace that we lose when we are born.

 Because God in His infinite wisdom puts the solution in our hands.

 And because it is only in His physical presence that the place He occupies in our souls is reaffirmed.

From “Pan’s Labyrinth”