She is an Autumn girl, opulently adorned
In the Vibrant colors of the harvest;
Her ardent mind is at ease, for she stays Strong in,
And assured of, the Love of Christ Jesus.
Her countenance is Fair and Serene,
Like a lofty swirl of blazing golden leaves, blown about
On a crisp, breezy Fall morning.
She strives to offer, with all her Earthly best,
Ample doses of Christian Kindness, Love, and Understanding
Wherever she lightly steps, which often far
Eclipses her naturally stunning physical grace.
She does not pursue the Vanities of the World; rather,
She deftly pushes them aside, and Meekly seeks out
A humble Servant’s Life, one in which she thrives.
She submissively, selflessly worships Christ, her Savior.
One fresh Spring day, as the
Ripeness of her years nears its perfect crown,
She sets out to fondly and thoughtfully pack
Her lifetime of Precious Earthly memories
Of her family and friends of this slumbering world, and
Begins to prepare for her quickening journey, to Paradise.
When that Appointed Dawn draws near,
She heroically efforts to voice her farewells temporal,
And soon, feeling her life in mortal flux, she quietly prays her last
Earnest Prayer, appealing to God for His Helping Hand, just as Jesus once did.
As she slips towards the close of her Life Terrene, the beautiful spectacle
That is Spring seems to ebb away during the moment of her Passing.
After closing her eyes - for just a fleeting second, it doth seem,
Her vision knows a rebirth, and she finds her Fervid Soul caught up
In an Illumined whirlwind, effortlessly carried Upward to the
Waiting arms of an Angel, who shimmers in the Celestial starlight.
She gazes upon a band of glistening Heralds, each who brings forth a
Newly surrendered Soul. As each angelic courier climbs a spiral ladder,
Spun of Crystalline silver-gold and white Alabaster, they move onward,
In Ascent Elysian, so they may gaze upon the Majesty of the Glorious King.
Her reawakened senses fill up with Ecstasy Ethereal, as she
Blissfully overflows with the warm, quenching flow of the Creator.
Upon hearing the Abiding Voice, who imparts the full Revelation of God’s Plan,
She peacefully stirs and finds her own footing, now freshly abiding
In her Glorified body, and dares to make her way
Up that Exquisite lattice, to her new Celestial home,
Where she will be, for Now and Always, in the Ever-Loving Hands of Christ.
She was an Autumn Girl; what dispirit irony that our Lord
Should take my dear, loving friend in her Harvest years,
For her modest life seemed of such import to a sparse few here on Earth.
But, now as a denizen of the Assembly of the Blessed,
She does not dally long on latent thoughts of her life on earth,
For she knows what shortly lies ahead for her precious loved ones,
Where mortal imagination shall reverently bow before the Station of Life Eternal.
Hence she waits on the Lord with indescribable Delight.
Dedicated to the Memory of Josie, on the Twenty-First Day of March, 2012.
