I. Her wisdom’s words – spoken long ago, but now fully quieted -- Still sound in our ears, pointing out the way. II. The binding power of her love’s selfless acts – given for so long, but now all bound up -- Still echo in our hearts, blessing us today. III. In all our days of need she was always there for us. Now she’s just . . . there. In all her days alone she sits there silently -- without us. Soon we’ll be there. For now, her communication is Soundless and unspoken, Dulled, muted, and verbally stifled Till that Great Day when none shall be voiceless. IV. Sitting all by herself, with Heaven alone looking down on her -- and into her soul, She’s stares out the window, Alone again. Now together with her again, Sometimes she stares blankly straight ahead, but then in a moment, straight into our eyes. We sit with and talk to and walk with her – looking back deep into her eyes and heart. Too infrequently, the silent sound is Broken with a Hello or a (heart-rending
Scott Vanatter