So many old years ago, you gained a new life. We lost a husband,
a father, a brother, a fellow believer, a hero, a comforter, a biggest-fan, a friend.

You claimed the instant victory won for you by the One we both serve and follow.
We await that victory with each slow-moving day and fast-moving year.

You serve Him in eternity.
We follow Him in this short, temporary, beautiful, painful span of time called life.

The Life you gained is eternal, golden, peaceful, in a Kingdom that cannot be shaken.
We live out our fragile days in this momentary world, shaken by the unknown.

We see His Hand in sunsets with strands of Gold. You see Him, and walk with Him in Golden Thrones.

You were taken up, your purpose on earth finished, gaining your crown.
Our time with you was done, but we still feel the deep loss, these long-short decades later.

We look to that reunion-day with hope and courage, tippy-toe-expectation,
Wanting so much to see what you see, wanting to walk with you, wanting your touch,
Wanting your encouraging words.

Our wanting is our loss, only to be fulfilled on the Day we join you.
We look to your eternal gain, through our small days,
Embracing the loss, knowing that it speaks loudly to our future gain.