You were beautiful.
And creative.
And strong.
And wise.

You were a pillar,
A shining shaft of faith,
A comforter,
An encourager,
A mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend.

Now since you are gone,
there is a rent in the fabric of our lives.
We sit in stunned silence
(for the moon has covered her face)
and weep a torrent of tears
(not for you in glory)
for the hole in our hearts.

We are cheated out of tomorrow
and every tomorrow after that.
No matter how long it takes us to follow,
we will ache with missing you,
raise a fist in anger against malevolent disease
and pray that grace may use even this
to fashion worship.