For those who have gone before, life is changed and not taken away.
O! it were bliss
after life’s plenitude of miseries and death’s alarms,
to lie within the everlasting arms
awakened by God’s kiss.
Heaven is all in this,
to lose all pain and dread and be thus comforted
by Love’s own kiss -
the kiss that wakes the dead.
For He Himself shall wipe away all tears.
The pent up grief of years
shall sob itself to rest,
childlike, upon His breast.
With more than mother’s love
He shall caress
with joy, all joys above,
Earth could not weep
to pass through death’s eclipse
could she but know whose lips
would raise her from that sleep.
You, who have understood,
be not afraid,
it is God’s kiss – God’s kiss that wakes the dead.
Mary Starkey Gregg, HHS
(Mother St.Austin) d. 1939
Author of: The Divine Crucible of Purgatory