Into His Arms

In His arms, he now rests,
free from pain,
and free from sorrow.

For the mourners left behind,
the ones just trying
to make it to tomorrow.

There are tears to cry,
and loss to feel,
each and every day.

No words can soothe,
though some may try,
to wash this pain away.

There will be smiles,
life will roll along,
we will get through it, somehow.

Right now, we mourn,
holding tight to faith;
tears are healing us right now.

We know he rests,
and waits for us,
united again, we will be.

It’s just hard for those,
he’s left behind,
to truly feel the victory.

Yes, we’ll be sad,
but we will go on,
taking it day by day.

The stain of loss,
imprinted on us,
the day he passed away.

Our memories are our lifeline,
allowing us to quietly visit
and sit with him, just once more.

We will hold him tight, to our breast,
until God calls us back home,
and he greets us at heavens door.

Until that time,
we will hold
his memory very close.

So pardon us,
while we mourn,
and say our adios.

© Leslie C Dobson

If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.

Published by Leslie Dobson

Leslie has been writing since she was a young child, first with poetry and short stories and later with song lyrics, young adult stories and inspirational sayings. She is a multi-genre author and her blogs and books come when and where the Spirit leads.

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