Death: Where Is Thy Sting?

by Virgie Bell Thomas

Someone told me kindly that you were
not dead but just away
But I know they were wrong my love
for I see you everyday.
I see you when a rainbow comes
and says a storm is gone;
I wake up in the night as a voice
whispers, You are my own.
I see you when a meadow blooms
beneath a sunny ray—
Oh, no, I’ll not accept this—for you’re
truly not away.
What we shared together still glows
within my heart.
And it will keep on growing
though we may be now apart.
If I listen very carefully, your
laughter is on the wind,
And I know your presence lingers
and this is not the end.
I feel you stand beside me
as I gaze upon the stars.
And I close my eyes and know
as I felt you in my arms.

Oh, no, my dearest darling, what
they say means not a thing—for
I turn to God’s great promise
and ask, “Death, where is thy sting?”