Blessed Rest
By Stanley Collymore
The evening sun is sinking fast,
the night is drawing nigh; and
with each lengthening shadow
draws closer our goodbye.
The dawn that hailed
your timely birth
has gone, ne’er to return;
and with your work on
earth complete, it’s
time to travel on.
God in his infinite wisdom
sent you among us here; and
we’ve been the recipients of all
your love and care. We
know it wasn’t always the
easiest thing to do forgiving
all the wrongs we did, or
the heartaches we
caused you.
But like the Good Samaritan you
took the challenge on, unmindful
of the ridicule, the envy and the
scorn. You simply smiled
and pressed ahead when
others turned away; with ne’er
a protest from your lips, to
this your dying day.
Such faith and dedication - an example
to us all - we who’re left must emulate
and heed the Christian call. For it
was this self-same love, you see:
selfless, unswerving, free; that
took a helpless infant and
made someone of me.
It’s really gratifying knowing all
the things you’ve done; and we
who mourn your passing will
endeavour to carry on what you
so competently undertook, as
we can all attest; while throngs
of guardian angels happily
escort you to your rest.
© Stanley V. Collymore
2 May 1991.
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