MOM (CHRISTINE)

This day of grieving for you my son which is three months to the day and only seems like yesterday.  I still buy things for you not wanting to believe.  Today the third month of your passing I found this poem in a drawer and believe you meant for me to find it.  You sent it to me, but oh, I miss you, and wonder if my heart will ever mend.  I love you and I'm glad you're finally happy, but I selfishly want you here with me. SAFELY HOME I AM HOME IN HEAVEN, DEAR ONE; OH, SO HAPPY AND SO BRIGHT! THERE IS PERFECT JOY AND BEAUTY IN THIS EVERLASTING LIGHT. ALL THE PAIN AND GRIEF IS OVER EVERY RESTLESS TOSSING PASSED; I AM NOW AT PEACE FOREVER. SAFELY HOME IN HEAVEN AT LAST. DID YOU WONDER I SO CALMLY TROD THE VALLEY OF THE SHADE? OH! BUT JESUS’ LOVE ILLUMINED EVERY DARK AND FEARFUL GLADE. AND HE CAME HIMSELF TO MEET ME IN THAT SO HARD TO TREAD. AND WITH JESUS’ ARM TO LEAN ON COULD I HAVE ONE DOUBT OR DREAD? THEN YOU MUST NOT GRIEVE SO SORELY, FOR I LOVE YOU DEARLY STILL. TRY TO LOOK BEYOND EARTH’S SHADOWS PRAY TO TRUST OUR FATHER’S WILL. THERE IS WORK STILL WAITING FOR YOU, SO YOU MUST NOT IDLY STAND; DO IT NOW, WHILE LIFE REMAINETH- YOU SHALL REST IN JESUS’ LAND WHEN THAT WORK IS COMPLETED. HE WILL GENTLY CALL YOU HOME; OH, THE RAPTURE OF THAT MEETING, OH, THE JOY TO SEE YOU COME.