Friday, November 16, 2018

In the Sweet Bye and Bye

There's a land that is fairer than day. I by faith I can see it afar,
For the Father waits over the way, to prepare us a dwelling place there.
In the sweet bye and bye, we shall meet on that beautiful shore.

I'm so very glad you've arrived at last.


Mom
How do I measure your life,
by years- all ninety of them, or tears -a river full, or strife?
Should I measure it by prayers?
ever willing to lift heavenward another's cares.
What about by song,
the ones you've heard and the ones you've sang for so long?
By the width of your table?
feeding so many as long as you were able.
Your big love for a celebration,
a time to party of your own creation.
By the joy you found in things that grow?
Loving to find what a seed had to show?
The weight of work, the willingness to labor,
desiring in all things to be in God's favor.
There aren't enough yardsticks or measuring spoons,
not enough space, not enough tunes.
No way under the sun,
to ever get such a measurement done.


Well done thou good and faithful servant.

I'm so heartbroken that the going was so hard.

Juanita Hollins  October 1, 1928 to November 16, 2018


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