THERE COMES A DAY

I lay mine kiss upon thy brow,

Once smooth but wrinkled now,

And as thy soul takes Heaven’s flight,

I hear your solemn vow.

We’ll meet again in Heaven.

Thy body’s naught but an empty cup

That you no longer fill;
Lids to thy empty eyes raise up
But not by a once-strong will.

They gather round us, all of them,

All your friends and kin.
I brush gray hair from your blind eyes
And cry all o’er again.

No I’m sorry or If you need…

Consoles the wounded heart;
I need you more than ever now.
Oh, why did  you depart?

Until we meet again in Heaven…

                        --Monty Wheeler