Connie's Thoughts in Passing

God breathed the life into me; it was so sweet to be,
It was early spring; with earth refreshed; he wished for me to see.
The beauty was so stunning; the breath he gave fell still;
His work with me not over; my cup was yet to fill.
He guided me with his own hand; sometimes I would let go;
He let me fall; then pick me up; he knew I had to grow.
There were mountains that stood to block my view; or so it seemed to me,
I must look beneath the surface; my heart it holds the key.
The flowers bloom in springtime; yet fade at summers’ end,
Only to renew for those with faith; the flaws his hand will mend.
He showed me love and caring; and there were times I’d turn away;
He’d reappear at oft times, and I knew I must not stray.
If I have to leave in springtime; what better time to go;
With earth refreshed; my work well done; leaving seeds to sow.
I’ll breathe new breath; such peace I’ll find; mere words cannot attain,
Love and beauty all around; releasing all life’s pain.
I don’t want to leave in springtime; but if my world must end,
I’ll wish your journey very blessed; as my gardens you now tend.