There is a veil of delicate thread, translucent, yet opaque,

Through which we all must walk one day alone, but not alone;

Friends and family on one side, and those awaiting make

Departing in a quiet hour a blessed going home.

Each soul travels in this life of work and prayer and thought

A road. We journey through the days and take what we are giv’n

By One Whose glorious life shone forth and One Whose death has bought

A clearer veil, a sweeter road, the truer rest in heav’n.

Reflections upon the homegoing of a much beloved Uncle John; Image: zac-durant-_6HzPU9Hyfg-unsplash.jpg