Goodbye, Fair Lady

The world is darker.

Her light gone out.

It is lesser. Less selfless, more selfish. Less loving, more hateful.

With less compassion, less reason, less good, the earth keeps turning toward its futility.

The one the world held back from bearing bore anyway,

She through whom God brought life from lifelessness traded her life for another.

Her goodness was a shield, her strength a sword. Fools dare oppose it.

But she is left and gone away.

Deadness creeps back in, the darkness grows and monsters return. 

Who will take up her lantern and scare them away? 

The wild weeds grow taller. Who will mend our cuts from the thorns? 

She enters joy but we grief. She enters painlessness but we pine. 

Blessed is she who enters her rest from sorrows but woe to us who remain upon the cursed ground.

Goodbye, Fair Lady. You greatly loved and were loved greatly. You will return and walk through the green grass and feel the wind on your face and hear the whispers of the trees again one day but we will weep until then.

"Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me. Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink? When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee? Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee? And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." (Matt 25:34-40)

"Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them." (Rev 14:13)