Diary Entry 99

Sometimes I wonder
if when I wake,
will You be there
to accompany me
on the journey,
I'll then take?

 

Will You cradle me gently
and carry my soul,
for surely body
now weakened,
will require Thy blessed hold.

 

Within mighty wings
traveling to eternal home,
you'll find comfort in My arms
and restoration upon My throne.

 

What form will You take
Father, Brother, or Child?
Will I recognize the One
who's to be my divine guide?

 

Will You be bathed
in white light,
gleaming with warmth?
Will I be surrounded 
with emotion that 
to fear will transform?

 

Sweet child, do not worry
with such sorrow and fret;
rest and know I am always
the exhale one seeks
upon their last breath.

 

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