Today I look around and miss the radiant beautiful smile I so got used to
Since I set my eyes on Wendy for the first time many years ago she became part of my life until the day she departed from this world
Wendy, a loving sister who was generous with her smile whenever she sets her eyes on you
A content and peaceful soul with radiance of abundant joy of life wherever she was
A meticulous and hardworking individual always willing to offer her hands to meet the needs of all of us socially and at work
Today I look around and miss the radiant beautiful smile I so got used to
A free spirited individual whom goodness and fairness were rooted in her heart
A selfless loving being, whom I am sorry, thank you were not foreign to her
She respected all, the young and the old regardless of status, unmatched inner beauty
Humble and calm person yet passionate in living a joyous life
Never too short of solutions to work challenges
Never too short of solutions in event management and logistics, the most outstanding competency I admired from Wendy
Today I look around and miss the radiant beautiful smile I so got used to
Fearfully and wonderfully made
Inner self beauty; the unfading beauty of a gentle and quite spirit which is of great worth in God's sight
For we are his workmanship; created in Christ Jesus for good works; which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them
Today I look around and miss the radiant beautiful smile I so got used to
My spirit crushed but reminded not be weary
Heavy laden but reminded to "come unto" the Lord and get rest for His yoke is gentle
Nothing can separate us from the love of God
For the Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit
The grass withers and the flower fall; but the word of our God endures forever
May we be comforted now and forever-more
Beautiful memoriam for a great soul, ceremoniously rich in tone. A lovely tribute written from the inner recesses of the heart with insight. Thanks for sharing Tshenolo.
A great start with a nice poem, Tshenolo. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is in the death of a loved one that we find the hand of God...ready to uplift and comfort us. Be strong and be comforted. Thank you.
Very true indeed