Maybe the Skies were Calling You

Maybe the skies were calling you,
the birds circling overhead, calling
your name.

Maybe the storm clouds
were gathering, to celebrate your
homecoming.

Maybe the heavens
were being laden with feasts,

fit enough for a king.

Maybe the Earth parted in two for you,
much like the Red Sea.
and there you lay, in your canopied bed,

lush green and smiling,

adorned in white.

Maybe you jest and joke now,
with the angels up above.
A picture of health and happiness,
resting in eternal love.

I’ll always remember your
handsome face, and the
eternal warmth of your smile
for now, you remain etched in memory,

as we leave you to rest for a while.