In Heaven’s Time

A tearful reunion, when my memories drift,

bittersweet moments, resurrected by the sound

of melancholy chords that compel me to reminisce.

A “whisper” from Above, when I viewed the painting,

encapsulated by a sense of silence that surrounds

Yoseph’s deathbed – Yeshua and Miriam at his side.

The night before you passed, a sense of urgency

brought me to my knees, for half an hour in prayer;

(past efforts only ever amounted to a few minutes).

My only explanation, I was sustained by the Ruach,

to endure for the sake of a parting gift to your soul,

that you would be gently lifted up to Shomayim.