"I have certainty that I will continue afterwards at least from the point I left my earthly garden,to the later spiritual realm wherever I may end..."
Arturo, your certainty of what heaven would mean for you, remnds me of the poem read at both my mother's funeral, and that of her mother.
"Gardener's Prayer" by Nancy Allen:
Grant me this prayer, oh Lord:
That when my eyelids close
In last long sleep,
I may awake
To find my hand upon a garden gate.
And, passing through,
Feel on my face
The scent of Mignonette.
To wander down a garden path
Bordered with those dear growing things
I loved so well in life---
The simple, homely flowers---
Gay Zinnias, tall Phlox, and Marigold:
And, bending for the perfume from a Rose,
To drop upon my knees
Before unfolding beauty of white violets.
There could I rest content.
My trowel in my hand.
