Read Poem: When He Calleth, by Patricia Clarkson

Softly he speaks,
The voice of distance far.
A number sounds only,
For the keepers ears to hear.

Of all mankind,
Against all odds,
This time the keepers you.
Your numbers up,
Yes, it’s true,
For you are chosen by him.

He who knows best;
He who loves all,
He who calleth one by one
Calleth you.

You will be missed,
And that’s no lie.
We love you,
But he loves you more.

Gone you may be,
Like yesterday’s breeze,
A memory here for us to freeze,
A treasure to replay.

As you live among the angels,
May peace be your portion,
May your spirit flow like a stream,
Clean, clear and clutter free.

But dear Aunt don’t you worry,
I pray it is well with the lord.
For death has no boundaries,
When he calleth you.

May your gentle soul rest in
Perfect peace.
Amen.

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