 
Michelle Marie Marcel
October 26, 1982 ~ March 28, 2002
The Master worked in His garden
Plucking flowers along the way.
He plucked one of my loved ones
To add to His Bouquet.
My heart was broken
At the loss of one so dear.
But the tears I shed just washed my eyes
So I saw His way more clear..
My Lord has a need for just this one
For the pattern He has in mind.
But it's hard for the rest of us to see
Why we must be left behind.
Perhaps we are not ready to go just yet,
We may need to ripen more.
To reach full blown fragrance
To give forth a fragrance
To those we chance to meet...
We should be trying day by day
To make our fragrance sweet...
So I'm going to try my very best
To be loving and kind each day.
So at last I'll be worthy
To be part of the Master's Bouquet...
It is not length of life,
But depth of life."
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
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