Posted by: janetleigh | August 15, 2008

A Chorus of Angels

We mourn death too much
focus on our own losses
fail to understand

Heaven opens gate
Rejoice! Rejoice! the Good News!
Inbound saint* comes home!

Our beloved Mary Lynne passed over into the Lord’s arms today.

*To make my poem more universal, I changed the last line, “Mary Lynne’s come home” to “Inbound saint comes home.”



  1. Yes, a contemporary haiku I see. I do not claim to be the expert in Haiku, but I did enjoy this poem. ♥

    Check out mine sometime.

  2. Ekhart Tolle once wrote,”The secret to life is die before you die–and to discover there is no death.” Each of us one day will know, will understand about the veil, about the other side. We will understand “again”, as we have often before between lives. The veil of forgetfulness that we accept with each life, so that we can be in lesson for each lifetime, can be a heavy mantle. You are so right on with you rejoicing. I love your poem too.


  3. So sorry for your loss. Peace.

  4. I do not know who Mary Lynne is… but I really enjoyed the spirit of this poem.

    Sorry for your loss. Take care.

  5. i am sorry to hear about your loss.. it sounds as if you have a belief system in place that gives you comfort..

    i do so love that quote marlow left in the comment… that sounds as if it may be the key….

  6. (hugs) I dont know who Mary Lynne is… but I am glad you had your time with her enough to cherish what she was to you.

  7. I am sorry to hear of your loss. Great piece. And so true. I recently lost my Dad and it is this exact idea that comforts me often. And then there are other times where it just hurts.
    Hope you’re well.

  8. I found the greatest painting of the gates of Heaven, and placed it over this poem on FFTR. Hope you have had a moment to check it out.

    Death trolls our streets, our homes, even our souls and minds, mostly surrepticiously, sometimes blatently. It is part of the positive and negative ion structure that holds the precarious balance of our planet’s axis, and keeps the flesh on our bones. Always it has been so. I do not know how well the scales balance, births to deaths, but in a perfect world they would never waver; be steady as a rock. Playing with my toddler grandsons last night I was grateful for their presence and sad for the two persons they displaced.


  9. Godspeed for her, into His Loving Arms!

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