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Soon,
before this morning passes,
you will see God face to face,
God who sits with us
these pre-dawn hours
here in this small room
where I can hear the words of love
your lips are forming
and see how deeply light lives in you.
When you see God
who gives us this pure time—
God, for whom my loneliness will grow without you here—
when you see God,
thank Him.
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Thank you, Sister, for this perfect poem.
Thank you, Rachel. This poem came to me when a friend talked of being with her mother in the hours before her mother’s death. The last two lines are what my friend said to her mother.