When silently she closed her eyes,
I really couldn't tell
Which way she went
As, secretly she slipped beyond life's veil.
I loved her with a love so strong,
I know she loved me more,
But love is not a key
To see what lies beyond the door.
I watched her house serenely there
Upon the lowly bed
And knew the hurt
Of gentle words that never could be said.
And though I search this whole world o'er,
I'll never find, I know,
The secret path she traveled in
When it was time to go.
But in the treasures left behind,
On a map with her tears stained,
She marked the way that she would go,
While here she yet remained.
And if I follow closely here
Her marks within God's book,
I know that when I reach that veil,
I'll go the way she took.
Jacquelyn Horne is a former newspaper reporter who has won various awards including two Delaware School Bell awards. She has poems and articles published in magazines and Christian publications. She moved from Delaware to central Georgia 13 years ago.