Grief Poem - Show God's Love

You’re missed dear one — you flew away, you were “our” helping hand.

No matter what we do down here, we know you’re where it’s grand.

It’s autumn now, there’re leaves to rake, the colors are pure art.

The grass and trees and mountains, too, God make it from the start

Our homestead is so pretty now, we still can see for miles,

When you were here we had such fun, our guests would be all smiles.

Mourning and grief are hard to bear; we think of you and cry.

We know our life here on this earth is short and then we die.

A burial just buries “tents“ — the soul has gone above.

God still has work for u...