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Sunday, January 15, 2006
A young man's view....
This was written by my friend, Angele's son, Jonathan Booth, about his mother. He read it to her about an hour before she died. He also read it at her funeral. I wanted to share it with you all.

Sleep, Sweet Angel

An angel sleeps in this saddened place.
Silently she lays in peaceful grace.
Respite from pain, released sweetly from the fight,
Repose captured in the stillness of the night.

Like a painting she lays upon a bed of broken dreams.
In her heart a purity rarely ever seen.
Upon her brow, a halo pulses faintly and dim,
And her wings are tattered by a sickness from within.

She has suffered long and unfairly,
And yet she remains kind and saintly.
Her love is unyielding, never beseeching.
Quietly she smiles with a hope ever reaching.

We wonder and we question. We do not understand.
We cry and we grieve. We firmly hold her hand.
Her brethren sing softly not wanting to awake
As they wait by her side for her soul to take.

A light pours down, and the earth shudders in dismay.
She clings to us fiercely; for us she wants to stay.
But the Lord calls her gently for she has done her task.
Her light has filled a dimness; in her light doth angels bask.

We tiptoe and whisper for she sleeps as angels do.
Her sins are forgiven. Her fight is through.
Go quickly with your brethren towards that pearly door.
Sleep, sweet angel, sleep and suffer pain no more.

Jonathan Booth
 
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1 comments:


  • At 8:05 PM, Blogger Renee

    What a beautiful tribute to his mom. She IS in a better place.

     
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