For a year my pen has been quiet
And my throat has been without voice.
For a year my broken soul has been empty
And naked of verse.
Even knowing you are in Heaven,
There in the Kingdom,
Very close to God,
My heart misses you so
And cries and suffers in its pain.
Ah! how difficult is the trial
Of overcoming human selfishness.
I cannot view your absence
With happiness, with joy, without complaints …
Yet, knowing you are free comforts me.
I know you are happy, radiant and full of light,
Always interceding before the Father
For those who live here still
And suffer as you had.
Yes, it has been a year since you left,
But you are now dressed in light.