Our tears come in mass
when our loved ones pass.
Oh, why do our hearts sink so low?
Can we not accept
on ship they have stepped?
So sad, why are we, when they go?
Please don't shed your tears
on day ship appears
because death is destined to be.
Our lives are so short.
It'll soon be in port
for you, your dear spouse, or for me.
For young or for old
no ticket is sold.
It doesn't cost even a dime.
Once you get on board
you will see your Lord.
and judgement is final this time.
It moves us in haste
conveying to place
where Christians together will be.
On that distant shore
we'll love even more
than did on this side of the sea.
never to sever,
we'll have much more love to employ.
Through eternal years
come many more tears,
but they will be tears of sweet joy.
And they'll create seas
much greater than these,
with beauty we can't comprehend.
That shore we will see
and love there will be
with Jesus, our Savior and Friend.
This poem won second place for the July 2019 poetry contest