Dear Lucy...Perfected At Last

After this poem was written, I realized that it was in a sense a reply tosome of the last words shared by Lucy on Instagram... Today marks six months since she left this world.(the photo was taken from her front porch) Pen cannot fan to flame again, the span of spent SeptembersBut it can kindle fires from tender tinder of thoughtWhere sanguine scenes still warm a heart-shaped hearth of glowing embersAnd spill into the silence, bouquets of forget-me-not Pen cannot lure to life again that which is dead and buriedBut it can keep alive a memory that else would fadeI see you waving from your porch; and yet, your voice is carriedNot on Time’s winds of change but from a doorway Heaven-stayed Pen cannot write/right away the wrongsthat love is bound to weatherBut, like a splash of sunshine it can pen a hymn of cheerTo bind love’s wounds with syllables that weave a kind of tetherThat draws us close together until Time’s mists disappear Pen cannot press away the pangsthat sweeten joy with sorrowTen-thousand poems cannot write away the loss of oneYou were a poem penned by God not to keep, but to borrowPerfected at last; not by Time, but by faith's triumph won Love forever,Janet Martin Ps.138:8 KJVThe LORD will perfect that which concerns me; Your mercy, O LORD, endures forever; Do not forsake the works of Your hands. My heart still aches beyond words and our Heavenly Father still comforts with His words.He is faithful. Ps. 145:13-14 NIVThe Lord is trustworthy in all he promises and faithful in all he does.[] The Lord upholds all who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down.