My Beloved
After
Rachael went to be with the Lord I found this poem posted upon her wall printed
in her lovely script, written by Sir Phillip Stanley
"My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides."
But
my sweet Rachael didn't write out the whole poem, though I am sure she knew its
words. She would ever, only, remind me of her affection, and the Lord
reminds me still, though the words were prophetic before their time. Had she
included the last verse, this is what I would have read.
"His heart his wound received from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true love hath my heart and I have his."
I cannot express how much I miss
Rachael, how much of a blessing she was, or how I long to see her again when
the Lord, in His grace, calls me home.
But at times I try, and I suppose, this
site comes from one of those times. Though I pray the Lord sends His servants
to tell her that I love her, sometimes I feel a few small words of my own could
tell her too.
Imagine Her Smile
Imagine her smile when she took to
the skies
when she drew her last breath, as we
wept our goodbyes.
Imagine the joy in those sparkling
blue eyes
as her spirit awoke, and shed its
disguise,
as she let go our hands, to take in
her own,
the arms of the angels to carry her
home.
Imagine the peace that flooded her
soul
as she knelt at his throne,
completed and whole
as her lips kissed his feet, and her
hands touched the scars
and at last all was well, and she
fell in his arms.
Imagine that day in eternity fair
when the meaning of all time, in his
truth, is laid bare.
When the light of this life is
eclipsed by the reign,
of the Son, and at last we’re together
again.
Imagine her smile when we take to
the skies
when the Lord calls our names, and
no more goodbyes.
James Swanson
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