Two Poems

Presented by Gregory, grandson of Dominic

May 18, 2005

God saw the man was getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He put His arm around him
And whispered "Come With Me."
He took him to His garden,
And laid him there to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful
For He only takes the best.

-- Author Unknown --

Don't think of him as gone away,
His journey's just begun;
Life holds so many facets
This earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting
From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
That we could know today,
Now nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away.
And think of him as living
In the hearts of those he touched
For nothing loved is ever lost -
And he was loved so much.

-- Ellen Brenneman--