Think Him for You

My last day has come, and as I part as soul.
I stand beside you, wanting to hold,
     and wipe away your tears.
My voice you do not hear,
     my touch you do not feel,
     my presence you do not notice.
Family by your side,
     friends all around,
     it is you they hold the closest.
I know what I must do to find solace in this time.
So I run to the shore line.
I will set sail into the blue,
     to find the maker of the sun, and the moon.
A journey into time,
     a measure I can not find.
Adrift in the vast,
     the maker appears atlast.
And all I want to do,
     is THANK HIM for YOU.

© 2010 Douglas W. Kellum