Peace like a River

In memory of Dea. Clifford Rhetta

God sees fit to call his strong soldiers home. One I know in particular always had a song in his heart and a smile on his face. You never know how a person has touched your life until there gone. Sometimes all you can do is just recall those moments thay brought you joy and long for the moment you can see them again. Yes, sorrow encompasses your world view for a while but you stil hold on and strong for everyone. I can understand the reason for a life and a death. I know everything that has a beginning has an end. Through the end of a body's existence a soul is released and made back to a spirit. That spirit then returns to the source. This source is God. The author and finisher of our faith. I know not everyone believes in God. Some people don't even recognize His existence. This entry is not to make a beleiver out of anyone, this is just to express a feeling. We go one day from an "is" to a "was." What happens in the moment, I don't know yet. I imagine it would be serene like floating above a high mountain, riding a cloud to the top. Maybe it's better than any accolade you could ever accomplish here on earth. One thing I do know is that this man from the time I knew him until the time he passed on, he always had peace like a river in his soul. Now that same peace is in paradise, walking rhe streets of gold without a care in the world. The ultimate serenity has been reached by the man who had joy like a fountain. Springing up to the sky with all life, now he is singing with the angels above. Finally, his love like an ocean will now be a never ending sea of bliss and clarity. Our Maker has called him home to be at peace, to be at joy and to be at love in spirirt.