A Poem for the Faithful

While my views differed with Gumpy on religion, it was always on the interpretation of modern religion.  He was a devout Methodist who let his deeds speak for him while I am now a Unitarian Universalist with a Humanist bent.  I still believe in God and I know my Grandfather is having a cup of coffee in heaven with God as I type.

This poem came from a former co-worker whose grandfather passed away yesterday.  My thoughts and prayers are with her because I know there will always be a part of her heart that wishes her grandfather didn't have to die.

God Saw You Getting Tired

God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be
so he put his arms around you
and whispered,
“Come to Me”

With tearful eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away
and although we love you dearly
we could not make you stay.

A Golden heart stopped beating
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
he only takes the best