Cheryl Swain Burbage
For Janet - Poem by Cheryl Swain Burbage
The bird sings sweetest when he soars the highest,
The light shines farthest from the loftiest hill.
The joyful shout echos loudest and longest
From the tallest mountain's towering height.
And the higher the rainbow's soft palette
Ascends into the skies,
The more eyes can be lifted in wonder and delight
To the regions of God and His angels.
Now, when we hear the praise-filled
Dawn chorus of the birds,
Or the echo's lingering fall,
We will hear your voice.
When the golden light breaks through the clouds,
When the rainbow's arc draws our eyes
Upward to Heaven
We will see your smile.
Always we will know where to seek you,
And always have the means to find you.
For you are safe with God,
And Heaven is the highest place of all.
Written on the death of a friend
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