The hands of time

Seeds that are scattered amidst the soil

And nurtured with loving care

Sprout and flower gracefully

Like hands held out in prayer.

And when it blossoms, standing tall

For all the world to see

It’s purpose does not end there

For it sows its progeny.

And here we are, your offspring

Come to bid you fond farewell

We thank you for the seed of life,

Your tales we can tell.

Although this chapter may have ended,

A new one has begun

As we look back on the life you’ve led

We see all you have done.

Now the Hands of time will pick you up

And cradle you with love

Then he’ll take you to the heavenly place

He made for you above. ©