Railway to Heaven

For Conor...

Railway to Heaven
by Terri Lynn Cummings

Profoundly sleeping having wrestled
Life’s harsh battles, evermore.
Hard earned wisdom, his child eyes see
Heavenly pleasures from kindness’ hoard…
Sleeping with beloved train toy still in hand from day before.

Send no flowers to his waking,
No difference do they make his view.
Colorless versions, they are faking
Boyish sunflowers he once knew…
His closed eyes now see more glory than ours opened ever do.

We can feel the angels singing
As they guide him to His train.
Stilled heart beats his new beginning,
Ash now mingles with his play…
A heaven song we cannot hear brings joy to him along his way.

Trains move through a tunneled heaven
On the tracks God laid beneath.
As conductor he now plays while
Smoke enwraps him in his sheath…
He is on last journey sending train toots to console our grief.

He knows no sorrow while we lose our
Sanity felled by grieving years.
Yet, time gives back our sense of loss for
Love transcends life’s endless tears…
No longer wish his earthly presence as peace o'er takes our mortal fears.