Stirring from my deep sleep at midnight

Seeing someone moving in the dim light

 

Hearing a gentle voice whispering my name

Calling out, “Missing you has been a shame”

 

Recognizing that her gentle voice is familiar, not new

Appearing now, my beloved Grandma comes into view

 

Walking towards me, she carries no fear

Listening to a voice so true and very dear

 

Saying again that I’ve been deeply missed

Bowing down, my forehead receives a kiss

 

Remembering previous days with her brings a smile

Telling me kindly, let’s walk together now for awhile

 

Asking her a question, “Is it now my time?”

Replying back, “No, but you must climb”

 

Facing a wall that records each of my sins

Condemning me, comes Darkness again

 

Reaching down comes a firm, strong hand

Grabbing hold, my feet flee sinking sand

 

Gazing upward, my Grandma has departed and left

Taking her place arrives Christ, raised from death