His Face

                                        HIS FACE

My husband's death had left me blank
Blank of emotion and hope
It was easier that way, to just not think
To not remember his gruesome death.

I finally went back to Church one day,
and while singing a song of praise,
I bowed my head and asked the Lord
to let me see my husband's face.
"Just show me he's alright," I said.
"Please let me know that he's with You."

Then there in my mind's eye I saw,
as clear as the wind on ocean waves,
my husband's face, all lit with Joy,
he was singing the praise song along with us
and laughing with pure happiness and love.

I closed my eyes and saw him still.
Then bowed my head and sobbed.
It was enough. I had my answer.
My husband who died all purple and yellow,
in pain and desperately gasping,
was in his new Home; all healthy and well,
and singing praise to his Maker.

"Thank you Lord," I breathed with calmness,
"I can trudge on now through the dust and debris
I will do my best to stand with you, and
if I tremble, let me tremble bravely.