This was written by my great-grandfather nearly a century ago. Even then, he knew to leave the door open a crack.
Love’s Little While
By Rev. Arthur C Townsend
“A little while and ye shall not see me; and again a little while, and ye shall see me, because I go unto the Father.” John 16:16
We will not say that they are gone,
Though to love’s call we hear no voice
In “place prepared” their life goes on,
With the dear Master of their choice.
The door now closed a moment there,
To hide them from our tear-dimmed eyes,
Is only letting love prepare
For waiting hearts some glad surprise.
That door shall open when Love wills,
And they shall stand to greet us there,
Freed from all trace of mortal ills,
In life eternal, bright and fair.
And so we wait outside love’s door,
While hope our grief shall reconcile;
And we shall love our own the more,
For waiting here love’s little while.
Goodbye, Pieces. May we meet again, some brighter day, with the next turn of the wheel.