The Face of God

A poem I wrote right after my sister died.

In memorium of my sister, Brittney.



The Face Of God

No mortal tongue could speak the words,
your saddened heart desires to hear.
No pen could write words of wisdom,
to make your burden less to bear.

We must release the ones we cherish,
for they seek their mansion in the sky.
We must not question the choice,
why it was she, not you nor I.

She's now viewed things we've not yet seen,
walked paths we've not yet trod.
She does not wish to turn back now,
she's seen the face of God.

Wendell Ray Wilhelm

Copyright ©2009 Wendell Ray Wilhelm