A Valediction for Ava Pinkney
(Our Niece for but Seven Months)
I never saw you, Ava - so brief your
And now that you've returned to God
Our grief brings little cheer,
But in the Good Book, Ava,
I find some great, good news:
The Father keeps a special care
Of the little ones He loves.
Their angels ever grace His throne
With Dance and Praise and Song
As they care for the numberless children
That play on His own private lawn.
Birds sing there of matchless beauty
And blossoms spring, fragrant and rare
And pets of all kinds share the frolic--
Young laughter is heard everywhere
'Midst chanting and riming and singing
The music of children at play,
The Glory of angels winging,
Makes brilliant The Lord's perfect
For the realm you now play in is Holy,
Perfected by God's Brilliant Love,
So you'll be in good company, Ava,
Till the rest of us join you above.
So until we can all join our praises
May the Father's deep love fill our
And grace us with Joy that will strengthen
On this planet where goodness departs.
Your uncle Gene (4/ 27/ 05)
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