Before You Know It. A poem for All Saints Day.

Before you know it this life will come to an end.

Today will slip away with the questions and pain as your eyes close and memories fade. 
You’ll go as you arrived: empty-handed and loved.
Guided home by the promise of mercy, a final breath leading to your first. 
Slipping away from all you’ve ever known for His glorious throne. 

Down here, you were baptized into certain and sure,
Forever found in, with, and under God’s unending grace.
You tasted and saw the goodness of God and now,
gathered by the hand of Hope,
have been welcomed home by angels and saints
singing the song of our soul,
Holy, Holy, Holy.

His love is one that comforts and endures,
A holy hand that has rewritten our wrongs right,
Clothed us in white,
leading us into everlasting light. 

For the first time you are right where you belong. 
Not lost, but found.
Not far, but free. 
No fear, but peace. 
You’ve run the race
Only to stand at rest face to face
With the One has carried you every step of the way. 

And now, without end we sing Alleluia and Amen.
Before you know it, life will begin again.