I heard it said the
other day
that when someone
dies
all the angles cry.
I couldn’t believe my
ears.
There is no reason
for tears
on that day; instead
it’s a day to celebrate.
For leaving this earth and its hardship
and ascend to God’s heavenly
home,
has got to be a
joyous occasion;
not one of sorrow.
The devil and death I
fear not,
God’s mercy and grace
keep me warm.
I implore the angles Rejoice when I die;
Rejoice for I’m
coming home.
Very nice! This puts a smile on my face, even as I think of others who have gone on before me. Thanks for writing this poem and sharing it, too!
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