Till The Angels Come
She stood gracefully a wisp of her perfume floating
like a floral bouquet through the air.
Tasteful touches of embroidery and beading embellished her ruffled
Victorian inspired dress with perfect care.
The light pink color she loved so much reflected against
her dark brown hair cascading graciously over her
feminine shoulders.
She was standing quietly watching the tide come in
wetting her tanned feet and splashing upon the huge
historic boulders.
She knew she had only weeks to live.
How could I let her go for she possessed
so much love still to give.
She was like an angel perfectly created
with God as the anchor of her will.
My heart was heavy already for the thoughts
of losing her was an unending torture to me.
Yet her soft green eyes filled with love
pleaded for me to come and see.
It was the last time Nerissa’s eyes would
see the earth’s ocean blue.
She said “Hold me till the angels come
and safely carry me through!”
Our salty tears mixed as I promised
I would hold her until she took hold of Jesus hand.
Another angel was welcomed home
and all heaven rejoiced
as my Nerissa’s feet stepped into the Promised Land
Written by Sybil Shearin
Anchored by The Son
Copyrighted 5-20-2003
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