ANOTHER SONNET

If I should die you need not think of me

(Having a better Man to think about)

But if you must then think, “He did love me,

Fumblingly, wildly - but without a doubt.

He loved his children and he loved the home

My love created. In a different chord

Loved friends, and words, and chime; he loved to roam.

Fumblingly, hopefully, he loved his Lord”.

I do not wish to die. I wish to see

My Saviour’s face. His coming is my dream -

The dream which will come true which quickens me.

Yet it will break the bond which I esteem

More than all earth. But, stood before Christ’s face

Better I’ll view our partnership in grace.