Dry Tears Poem by AHO Speaks

Today I am here to say good-by
To express my thoughts and perhaps to cry.

I am sure Ruth had her memories tucked awayHer earthly events of happy sound and fun; on special days

I believe she also fulfilled God's desire for toil
And unto God she was a person who wore the cloth of loyal.

May she again be afforded the sense and purpose of light
That beautiful gift which allows us to penetrate the darkness of night.

May she have the options to do what she will
Not to sleep and not to rest; and not; to lie still.

The gift again to feel the treasure of human love
To soar and even fly with the beautiful dove.

May she keep in her soul the gifts of God's bountiful treasure
And in her heart her choices of unique earthly pleasure.

In a time and place to thank God for all it has done
Then to hand her soul filled with love; over to the holy one.

Allow her to continue and wear the jewel of hope called tomorrow
For her gift of renewal and remembrance; never more to have sorrow..

She is not here now so I ask for her; as I ask from me
To know God's love for the tiny sparrow; at the top of his living tree.