Villanelle
You heard the Father’s call and saw his offered hand
You decided that it was time to go, this we all know
Free, your soul now roams the meadowlands of heaven
Down here, it’s often hard for us to understand
How the meadows of heaven couldn’t wait a bit longer, to a flower like you
You heard the Father’s call and saw his offered hand
For those of us who witnessed your life firsthand
They hold in their minds a photo of you through the years
As your soul now roams free the meadowlands of heaven
Don’t be sad, you say to us, please don’t misunderstand
I will always be with you, and when your head lays upon the pillow
You will know I heard the Father’s call and accepted his offered hand
From the beginning your departure was planned by the Father
The seeds you planted in your garden of love will grow continually in others
As your soul freely roams the meadowlands of heaven
You lived life to its fullest, and now that your influence expands
Its wake echoes of the foundations of eternity
You heard the Father’s call and accepted his offered hand
Freeing your soul, which now roams the meadowlands of heaven
