Meditatio CCIXVI

2 01 2014

Into thine soft encompassing arms,

O Angel of Death,

Falls my soul.

Released from this veil of tears,

Sweet deliverer,

To peace.

No more the trials and tribulations,

Messenger of God,

Of this mortal coil.

Grant those I love the comfort,

Gentle escort,

Of His love, and mine.

As another said, “I go quietly into this dark night,”

But only briefly,

For all those who have gone before await.

And we shall all watch over you,

Angels known by name and love,

With you through eternity.



One response

16 01 2014

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