Because you are gone

Does not mean you’ve disappeared

For eternity.

Surely you’re numbered

Now among the saints in heav’n

Waiting to meet me.

Promise me one thing:

Greet me at the Gates if I

Should be found worthy.

Pray for us poor souls

Still striving for sanctity

That God we may see,

To be present there

At the Eternal Feast and

Rest in blissful peace.