A Poem written on the death of my grandmother, Grace

and now my Grace lay down to rest
arranged her shroud on downy bed
arranged her thoughts in soft grey folds
arranged her life in columns, rows
and spoke to God

and said:

Father of Life
From Whom all Sweet Blessings Flow;
Forever I have known your will
accepting joys and pains bestowed
on my God-honored life. And now I know
my time has come
my life on earth is nearly done
which I accept
as I accept my present pain
(and liken to a grain of sand
in Kalahari's endless plain)
as part of your immortal plan
So be it Lord
this I accept

Except

my one regret
I'll never ever see again
my time worn mountains, White and Green
and diamond lakes, and sun-splashed shore
are gone from me forevermore
and now are going, drained away
I am forgetting, gotten, gone

My mind, instead
knows radiance
dancing light grains phosphoresce
the spirit, forcefield
energy
is calling me
envelopes me
is lifting me
and now, O Lord
I, too, am going,
going, gone.