Which Way Now

Which Way Now

After all this time,
I take out your things,
Death has no reason nor rhyme,
No comfort for grief it brings.

Something catches my eye,
As it falls to the floor;
It evokes a deep sigh,
As the needle points to the door.

I gently pick it up
Wonder if anything is forever,
Remember a love bordering worship,
How can a compass hold such candor?

It was always in your pocket,
To keep you from losing your way,
Comforting as a baby's blanket,
You carried it every day.

Will it do the same for me,
Now that you're gone?
I gaze down at it and see,
The answer is foregone.

The sunrays placed a cross,
On the face of the treasured compass,
With that as my focus, I'll not be lost,
And join you one day with Jesus.

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Note:My husband, father of my children, worked for the Forestry Service and his compass was many times his lifeline.