The Promise

Of angel wings and heavenly things
There’s very little known,
For those who have the answers
Are, forever, from us gone.

Life in the hereafter,
In faith, I must accept;
Thoughts that trouble not the people
With families still intact.

But, those of us who’ve traveled
Down the lonely path of grief,
Are forever seeking answers
To the riddle, which is life.

We trek through shadowed forests
Past the ugly shroud of death,
Toward a promise for the future
Of a kinder, better place.

So, we look to see the angel wings
And listen for the hymn
That God will send to guide us
When we leave to be with Him.

By Diane Robertson