For Passing Snow-capped Tombstones

And the Memory of the Hopeful Departed

“Tis hard to part” I said to her
“For I fear you'll soon be gone.”
Since there she knocked upon death's door
And I feared to be alone.
“Fear not sweet child that I should die,
Tis but to peace and rest I go,
With hope let loose the mournful cry
Then back to work you've yet to do.”

“My shadow may not stretch upon
The place where this earth you're laid.”
“My child you know that when I'm gone
My heart will not lie in the grave.
Turn your heart to love the living–
Our days are numbered from the womb–
And even in death true hope he's giving–
We serve the Christ of empty tomb.”

The many days have come and fled,
And still my eyes may fill with tears
For those I've loved, even those long dead,
Whose memory's lost to life's long years.
Yet each day comes with work to do
And always joy and hope sustain–
Thought dark the nights I cling to you–
The Lord well known to grief and pain. 

And when all time has come to naught
I'll stand amazed within your glory
And you'll tell me tales I've long forgot
Tales of this earth's Salvation's story
Tales of how I gave you care
By loving the least and little ones
Tales of all life's suffering wear
That joined me to the Son
And as I bow before your throne
Overwhelmed by love and grace
I'll barely hear your words “Well done.”
For the beauty of your face.