Through the Gate

 

She died only a week ago.

I accept that she has passed on.

She is no longer here.

She has left an empty space.

Not instant but over the days final.

She is elswhere, incommunicado.

But she continues to be who she was.

I no longer feel her presence.

But her memory is my companion.

Taken away into eternity.

Now with a mighty throng of souls.

I sense her presence and rest.

I no longer feel sad.

She is enveloped in a new dimension

Which we cannot comprehend

they call it heaven