. . . THE DISTANT BLUE ...

While you are gone before me,
Across the distant blue;
My heart is filled with memories,
And the sweetness that was you.

And while my arms are empty,
My heart is filled with love;
For I know the arms you rest in now,
Are the Father's arms above.

My soul is filled with comfort,
For I know that you're at peace;
For Angels sing you sweet songs,
And I find there, sweet release.

So, rest there precious child of mine,
Till I come Home to you;
My love will be there in your heart,
Till I cross the distant blue.

Allison Chambers Coxsey
1996