“A Lighthouse Waits for Jessie Foster,” by Bob Rich

"A Lighthouse Waits for Jessie Foster," a poem written for Glendene Grant, Jessie Foster's mother

For four years, an angel has held a heavy sword of justice in its hand
Waiting, the angel stands with eternal patience inside the darkness
The angel's blistered hand still strongly gripping the sword
Which will one day fall upon those who caused Jessie to step out of the light

Early 2006: Jessie was seen at 1009 Cornerstone Place, Las Vegas
Then the light of her presence could not be seen
Many have been looking
But she has never been hidden from the Cornerstone in heaven
The Stone who is the highest of angels, with unsleeping eyes of fire
Whose burning stare pierces even into deepest, farthest darkness

Word came back that Jessie was missing overseas
In a country across the ocean
And a lighthouse still shines at the center of the earth's stirring sea
Its warm bright prayer of light beaming up through the clouds
Reaching even beyond the sky
To where the highest of angels sees all things

Who saw Jessie as a child
In a glowing blue dress, laughing
Saw her in her youth when she lightly held the warm, softly padded paw of a dog
And in her teens when she sat with friends in a restaurant at night --
When she stared smiling at the glass of soda with carbonation bursting
Like bright liquid fireworks over the rim of the glass ...
The angel of hope: who sees Jessie now.

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When Grandma (by Teri Dorsey)

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When Grandma rocks my little heart settles in her song
Tears are swallowed by her melodic voice

When Grandma cooks delicious smells linger all day long
My tummy feels sweet rejoice

When Grandma gives Christmas opens its door over and over
I am truly loved by Santa’s Queen

When Grandma wakes she say’s find that four leaf clover
Embrace faith and explore the unseen

When Grandma laughs my innocence is cherished
For memory’s she holds dear

When Grandma cries she longs to be relished
Wishing Grandpa was near

When Grandma sits I visit the place she is stored
Collected like a doll

When Grandma forgets I disappear because she only hears the lord
Waiting for his special call

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