This visit was already made
Some years ago, to be precise,
But Oh! Remembrance does not fade
And this is where my trouble lies.
I never really thought that I
Would find the strength to go,
But fear my brother dear could die
I had to go, - you know.
I had postponed my trips for years
From fear of the good-bye,
But then I overcame my fears,
Of farewells drawing nigh.
Arriving is a wondrous thing,
But after that good-bye,
So deep the hurt, so sharp the sting,
The thought just made me cry.
But Oh! I made the trip of love
Went,- with God’s help I went,
The Lord sent me strength enough,
Made me resilient.
Now emptiness I tolerate,
Recalling the farewell,
It's in the cards, it's human fate,
To hurt at times like hell.
But sister and her brother met,
And said good-bye some morn,
But Father’s love with kindness shed
Grace, so it could be born.
I made the trip, and am glad so glad
For now my cherished brother dear is dead
My losses are so many, but I lost
My only brother dear at Pentecost.
A male white dove pecked at my window sill
A sign so sweet and blessed from above
It seemed the dove cooed through its rosy bill
"Sis!~ - so much stronger than grim death, is love.