The Far Country (Poetry)

They have journeyed to a country
on the other side of sleep —
a quiet place of trees and gentle streams,
with flowers for remembrance,
like souvenirs of life,
sweetening their everlasting dreams.

Every thought that mourns their passing;
all the silent tears that fall;
each whispered prayer sent winging like a dove,
will find them on that morning
when the golden trumpet sounds
and reunites us with the ones we love.

Meanwhile, we try to reconcile
the aching sense of loss
and soothing faith makes bearable the pain,
as memory consoles us
with its store of happy scenes —
those dear faces we will one day meet again.