At Home With Creation

See this pen here with which I write?
I write to create memories for the future to read,
For I will not live on for eternity
Unlike The Savior, Jesus Christ.
I do, however, have a legacy to give,
And those are memories which I cherish, wish to pass on.

Today, I saw a man of the highest caliber
Suffering even as he would take a breath.
In a way, I felt a pain deep inside me,
For I wanted to lift his burdens,
But only God can do that, so I'm told,
Only He can unlock him from his shackles.
Oh bless you, bless you, oh God of the world,
For the man would be dehumanized without you.

Then the day came when the man passed on,
And I felt a terrible void within my body, my spirit, my soul,
But I take solace in knowing that You, God,
Have opened The Pearly Gates of Heaven for him.
Here, now, at last, he lies in state, so still, so peacefully,
Not feeling any pain from the cruelities of the living realm.
He is now at home with Creation itself,
Back where we all come from,
And, ultimately with God's Grace, will return.