Our Passing

 Does it really matter
how much pain she felt
when once she holds
within her arms the
joy that makes her melt

 When at last she sees the
face long hidden in the womb
and lays the baby in his place
and  forgets all fear of doom

 Now little eyes look up in hope
To all  before unseen
And they with little fingers grope
To learn what all things mean

 Discover, taste, and touch, and smell
To see, to hear, to feel
We wish you peace, we wish you well
May you find a faith that’s real

And quickly learn that God is good
And live for Him each day
And always do the best you could
As to heaven you pass this way

Ingimar DeRidder