A Gentle Touch, a poem from 2009 about death

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A Gentle Touch


Silently, the wind blows through the trees.


Memories of you and me, seem to linger.


A leaf floats to the ground.
I look all around.



Seems you were just here.
But there is no one near.



Lying all alone.
In a field of stone.



I heard you walk away.
Silently I shout, "please stay"



But you seem to not hear.
And now there is no one near.



"Please come back" I scream.
But no one hears, it must be a dream.



I try to wake up, but I am as stone.
Then I know it is I, that lies in a field of stone.



You have gone away.
Never hearing what I had to say.



I was not ready, to die.
Teardrops fall from the sky.



Now I feel a gentle hand.
Suddenly I find I am in another land.



Forgotten is the night.
Lost is the fright.



Running now in a green pasture.
Of my Saviour's love I am sure.



Looking back at you.
I want to tell you, "Please don't be blue"



I am safe. I am home.
Soon we'll meet again, on the other side of the fields of stone.



No graves will we plant on heaven's shores.
No teardrops will fall from heaven, of this we are sure.



Softly, the wind whispers your name.
Soon you'll know it is for you "He" came.



Tenderly and softly "He" is calling for you, and for me.
"His" love is what glued "Him" to that tree.



Standing strong, "He" made a way just for you and for me.
To live for all eternity.