That Other Land

By Anne

It is not far away, the place to which they go.
It is just beyond the starlit skies;
it’s where the moonbeams grow -
And night is day and day is night and sorrow comes no more.
Where love abides beyond the tides upon a golden shore,
And we must wait here for awhile – until it’s time to go.
Although we carry on, we mourn, because we miss them so;
And through the years, GOD dries our tears… He said, “My peace I give”.
Oh GOD… We thank you for your help and the chance to live