"She Belongs To God Now"

As the wind blows The leaves from the trees, So do the years pass by With the ages of time. That's the way it should be If life goes the way it always has. Everyone knows almost from the beginning, How quickly time seems to fly; One minute we are a baby, The next an old wrinkled person Who sometimes reverts back in age To become like a child again. Be it as it may Time seems to stop, And sums up and tallies Of a loved one's life, And all they have accomplished, As thier breath is relinquished. As we grieve for someone We loved so dearly, And remember the life they led And the happiness they brought, We can smile with love And hope for the future. As we cry for the loss of Mary, Who touched all our lives with love, We can remember the life she led; Her voice - her smile - her laughter; And know she's with God in Heaven And Jesus at her side. We cry not for her passing, For it must have been her time, But for our own selves, That we have lost of her presense And what she meant to us. An emptiness she has left In the hearts of us all, That will never be filled With anything nor anyone else, Except knowing she belongs with God now Standing among all His glory. ©Jann Newland (June 2009) (This poem was requested by Frances Spivey, aka Pinklady, for the loss of her sister, Mary Burlee Pruitt, 84,who went "home" 6/21/09.  She will be missed.)