We fought and played, dismissing the bad times, and always growing into fondness. Here is a gentle kiss to send you on your way.

In Memory of My Sister

My sister passed away on 2002 August 24 of complications from a stroke. This is the prayer that I wrote to say good-bye.

A Prayer for Linda

Linda & Kenny Lord, we commend to you our sister.
Though we are selfish and would keep her a while longer,
She has grown weary of this world and seeks the rest that you proffer.
Because we love her, we must let her go, albeit with sorrowful hearts.
We pray that you welcome her into your mansions,
And that you assemble those dear to her who have gone ahead,
So that they might greet her on the other shore,
To embrace her and comfort her,
So that she will always be surrounded by love.
We ask this most humbly, Lord,
So that in this hour of sadness, we, too, may also know joy,
Insofar as peace everlasting will surely be her reward.
Grant us solace in knowing that a much better place awaits,
That she will never again know sorrow or pain,

And she will now behold your glory firsthand.


When the storm was wildly blowing,
And waves crashed hard upon the shore,
Darken clouds were set to glowing,
As lightening flashed deep in their core.
A voice of doom, was heard calling,
Amid the gloom, thunder brawling,
That sent shivers, like a mauling,
As the torrent fierce and growing,
Poured down rivers, deluge falling,
Obscuring hope for ever more.

Those lost amongst that frightful gale,
When cold and drenched and stripped of pride,
Found even brave hearts start to fail,
And prayed for shelter from the tide.
When from nowhere, out of the night,
A sign of care came shining bright,
Your beacon high above the fright,
Promised warmth, a respite from hell,
"Salvation's nigh", proclaimed your light,
"Welcome to lost souls; Come inside!"

Often meager, your haven stayed,
Yet rich in spirit and full of love,
Offering a peace to those waylaid,
By tribulations, and above,
The compassion you had to share,
In a fashion without compare,
Was your giving and sincere prayer,
To bless those most needful; you made,
All those living in your sweet care,
See the power of God's true love.

Love is your legacy and gift,
It came boundless and flowed so free,
Never devoured by a rift,
Dreaming instead of joys to be.
Always giving all that you could,
Claims your living was full and good,
Helping the stray when no one would.
Under such burdens souls must lift,
There's no delay, as heaven should,
Embrace this angel ever free.

kasey [2002.08.25]

Note: This poem was written as a tribute to my sister. The last stanza is an acrostic, spelling out her name at the time of her death (third marriage).