This poem is in memory of my friend Linda who left us so suddenly and with no explanation why. Linda travelled extensively, both for work and for pleasure and I will miss the postcards she would send from her latest trip. Linda never just wrote "wish you were here". Her postcards read like a travelogue and were wonderful to receive. Linda, your travels in this life are over - rest easy now.
She has put on invisibility.
Dear Lord, I cannot see--
But this I know, although the road ascends
And passes from my sight,
That there will be no night;
That You will take her gently by the hand
And lead her on
Along the road of life that never ends,
And she will find it is not death but dawn.
I do not doubt that You are there as here,
And you will hold her dear.
Taken from 'The Traveler' by James Dillet Freeman (Unity School of Christianity, Unity Village, Missouri)
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