Letter From Heaven

To my dearest family ...
There's some things I'd like to say,
But first of all, to let you know
That I have arrived okay.

I'm writing this from heaven.
Here I dwell with God above,
Where there's no more tears of sadness ...
There is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy
Just because I'm out of sight;
Remember that I am with you
Every morning, noon and night.


The day I had to leave you
When my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me
And said, "I welcome you!"

"It's good to have you back again,
You were missed while you were gone;
As for your dearest family,
They'll be here later on."

"I need you here badly,
As you're part of my plan;
There's so much that we have to do,
To help our mortal man."


God gave me a list of things
That he wished for me to do;
And foremost on the list
Was to watch and care for you.

When you lie in bed at night,
With the day's chores put to flight,
God and I are closest to you ...
In the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth
And all those loving years,
Because you are only human,
They are bound to bring you tears.

But do not be afraid to cry,
It does help to relieve pain;
Remember there would be no flowers
Unless there was some rain.


I wish that I could tell you
All that God has planned;
But if I were to tell you,
You really wouldn't understand.

There is one thing is for certain,
Although my life on earth is o'er,
I'm closer to you now,
Than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you
And many hills to climb;
But together we can do it
By just taking one day at a time.


It was always my philosophy
And I'd like it be for you too,
That as you give unto the world,
The world will give back to you.

If you can ever help somebody
Who's in sorrow and pain,
Then you can say to God at night ...
"My day was not in vain."

For now I am contented,
That my life was worthwhile;
Knowing as I passed along the way,
I was able to make somebody smile.


So if you meet somebody
Who is sad and feeling low ...
Just lend a hand to pick him up,
As on your way you go.

When you're walking down the street
And you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps
Only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go
From that body to be free,
Remember that you're not going ...
You're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey ~
Copyright 1998
Used with Permission

This beautiful poem was written as a dedication to her
beloved late husband, Dick Mahaffey.

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