Softly turns the light
Soft the cheek aged and worn
Soft the hands that lie on a blanket
And soft the breath that ends it all
To wake at last
To turn into the light
To become firm and young
To smile in indescribable joy
At the One who comes with delight
And is the All of all
"For now we see as though through a mirror, dimly, then we shall see face to face. Now we know in part, then we shall know fully, even as we are fully known." 1 Cor 13:12
For Debbie's mother, who has lived fully, loved wholeheartedly and is loved by many, not least the One she loved most. And is now home!
