Your words, your presence your laughter
What is purpose when it has blossomed?
what is death when the life that lived- breathes beyond the bounds of a burial?
blooming a breathing brimming interminable life?
Is it a loss when purpose has run its course and left its mark?
Is it a loss when death arrives with life having been lived?
Is it a loss when the sands of Gods precious thoughts of your life, now solidly stand
like tall towers of legacy
(thoughts that were written before the foundations of the earth began)
You are a summers bloom-a blossomed purpose
Death has no sting
when the sweet strength of your laughter emboldens a generation with power
when your wise words stir blue-ing rivers of endless life,
perking hearts with hopeful fire
when your memory glistens and the framed moments of your touch
still speak to each heart
awakening lives past the dullness of a bounded life
Offering a sweet scent- propelling beginnings-renewing hope
Death loses its sting
when sights of you.. sanctify souls, yielding knees to the saving grace of Christ
Death has lost its sting
Your true story still tells of a ruby rose scent, a yellow sun
an orchard generously colorated with colors of favor
Still… your life is like the warm sense of a precious lingering touch
that briefly laced the hands of this earth
Thoughts of you are sacredly captured ..
kept as precious garments of royal gold
rare embroidery that graciously towers over sands of time
Now calling many to a life of more-more
-more truth-more peace-more purpose.
Is it a loss?
when your finish now renews fresh starts
when those who fellowshipped with you,
now steadily balance on shoulders of possibility
Is it a loss?
when the hearing of your voice now calms edged anxieties
as they suddenly hear the roar of Gods mighty call
“Your words, your presence your laughter”
Your purpose blossomed? blossoming…
brimming interminable life…
A blossomed. Blossoming.