Thistle Down

By Ethel

Just Waiting

Just sitting there,
In a halo of light.
With your toil-worn hands,
All folded tight.

Just thinking there,
And all the while.
Your face aglow,
In a pleasant smile.

Just waiting there,
Until you know.
The time has come,
And you must go.

Watching closely,
For some one sure.
To lead you softly,
Through the door.

To enter there,
Your soul...to sail.
That will carry you,
Beyond the veil.

To the shores over there,
Of heavenly estates.
Where loved ones dwell,
And for you awaits.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

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