If only we could see the splendor of the land,
To which our loved ones are called from you and me,
We'd understand.
If only we could hear the welcome they receive,
From the old familiar voices all so clear,
We would not grieve.
If only we could know the reason why they went,
We'd smile and wipe away the tears that flow,
And wait content.
Anonymous
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