Roy W. Wesarg

A Bright New World

We feel so sad when those we love

Are touched by death’s dark hand,

But it would ease our sorrow

If we could but understand

That death is just a gateway

That all men must pass through

And on the other side of death,

In a world that’s bright and new,

Our loved ones wait to welcome us

To that land free from all tears

Where joy becomes eternal

And time is not counted by years.

Helen Steiner Rice