One Day, Not Yet

One day, when I have passed on,
Do not mourn my absence.
Do not shed a tear for my sake,
But if you must, let it be one of joy,
And not of sorrow.
We are apart only for the now.
I am not lost, but free.
Finally free.
Free to go Home.
Free to reunite with the 
Saints gone on before.
Free to abide with the Good Lord
For now and forever.
Do not eulogize me wearing dim garments,
But wear white to celebrate my ascension.
Reminisce, if you must, of our shared past,
But do not forget to anticipate our future.
And If the Good Lord is willing, 
I will wait for you on the other side of those famed gates.
I will wait for the day when you too ascend.
Then I will be among those who welcome you Home.
Beautiful, isn't it, this place of light?
We will sing with the angles hymns we never knew till now.
We will praise the Almighty.
The Creator. The Sustainer. The Giver of Life.
Our Lord.
Our Father.
Our Friend.
Do not shed a single tear for me.
For I am Home.
I am Home.