Visions
Broken Urn
It was a lovely Spring day,
the sun was shining
above the white, fleecy clouds,
the birds were singing,
John had come to the cemetary
to place flowers before the urn
of his beloved wife of sixty years,
years of happiness
which he remembered fondly,
her graciousness, her charm,
her lovely face,
perhaps not the most beautiful of women,
but the face he loved to behold before him.
He laid the bouquet before the urn,
her favorite flowers which none
but he had ever given her.
Then, to his surprise, a crack appeared
then another, the urn crumbled!
It vanished, leaving the pile of her ashes.
Then, they began to swirl,
as in a miniature tornado.
And she stood before him
lovely, smiling as the
first day he met her,
so many long years before!
He glanced down at his hands
no longer gnarly, wrinkled!
He clasped her hand and drew her close
and then they heard
the singing of the angels
and they began to rise
higher and higher
joining a mighty throng
way up in the middle of the air,
higher and higher, to meet the Lord!
"For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout,
with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God:
and the dead in Christ shall rise first:17 Then we which are alive
and remain shall be caught up togetherwith them in the clouds, to meet
the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.18 Wherefore
comfort one another with these words." I Thess. 4:16-18 KJV
the sun was shining
above the white, fleecy clouds,
the birds were singing,
John had come to the cemetary
to place flowers before the urn
of his beloved wife of sixty years,
years of happiness
which he remembered fondly,
her graciousness, her charm,
her lovely face,
perhaps not the most beautiful of women,
but the face he loved to behold before him.
He laid the bouquet before the urn,
her favorite flowers which none
but he had ever given her.
Then, to his surprise, a crack appeared
then another, the urn crumbled!
It vanished, leaving the pile of her ashes.
Then, they began to swirl,
as in a miniature tornado.
And she stood before him
lovely, smiling as the
first day he met her,
so many long years before!
He glanced down at his hands
no longer gnarly, wrinkled!
He clasped her hand and drew her close
and then they heard
the singing of the angels
and they began to rise
higher and higher
joining a mighty throng
way up in the middle of the air,
higher and higher, to meet the Lord!
"For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout,
with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God:
and the dead in Christ shall rise first:17 Then we which are alive
and remain shall be caught up togetherwith them in the clouds, to meet
the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.18 Wherefore
comfort one another with these words." I Thess. 4:16-18 KJV
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