There I Can’t Wait To Be

It was early this morning, cold and dark, and I was humbled in prayer

For my Uncle I asked that God’s will be done, was he better here, or up there?

 

I knew what I thought the answer should be, but I am not the one,

Only God is capable of miracles and what He would have done.

 

So I asked Him and on I went, going about my day, doing the things that I do,

Then came the news, and tear soaked words rushed into mind like they’re prone to.

 

 

I stopped where I was and let thoughts gather, hoping to retain the beauty found in the flow,

Now, some hours later I write to remember, with respect, what to say, I just don’t know.

 

I deeply long to be together with all the loved ones sharing in this loss,

But there are many years and miles in between, and a border I can’t cross.

 

I want to hug my Aunt, and visit with Sarah, Jenny, and Pam,

Three cousins like little sisters, a part of my life that makes me now, who I am 

 

 

I thank God often for allowing me birth into the Beal and Peterson clans,

One of the greatest blessings of my life where I learned it’s all in His capable hands.

 

If someone were to ask me what I loved most about my Uncle, I would tell you,

I valued his own vulnerability and how his pride didn’t keep that from view.

 

I loved his sense of humor, his laugh, the softness of his voice, and stories galore,

A smile greets me when I think of him seeing my Dad and the other ones gone before.

 

For I know that I am the fortunate one to be alive in the times when he and others walked,

From them I learned that it shall be opened unto you, all you have to do is knock.

 

It’s only a sad day here on earth as we struggle with letting go of what was, the finality,

But I rejoice with the family as our treasures are laid in heaven, and there I can’t wait to be.