Our hope and consolation

May the angels gather ’round you
And the cherubim sing sweet.
May they carry you on eagles wings
to where the saints shall meet.

Time is kind to those who seek
to look upon His face.
where pains and hurts and trials will cease
in that celestial place.

When the scroll is rolled and gathered up
and the span of days secure.
then you will know and will be known
in Him you will endure.

Our memories and all we’ve loved
will make a tapestry
a testament to lives well lived
and a robe eternally.

“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.” ― Julian of Norwich