Grief is but a sadness of loved ones gone from sight Memories which taunt Because they've gone to another life. No more familiar faces No more a fond embrace Memories bring such yearning To see a loved one's face. Yet if we stop to think a little And still our quiet despair We'll hear the voice within us Assuring us they're there. At last in God's safekeeping At last life's journey done In keeping with God's promise When He gave His only Son. And though we cannot see them Nor touch a loved one's face They reach out in their loving And pray for us God's grace. And voices which we yearn for And seek throughout the quiet Will touch our souls in meaning And whisper of the other life. © Helen Catherine Cramer