Here is a beautiful poem that was written for Calli, by her friend Kalie Seizmore. We were blessed to read it the day after she went home....we cried, knowing that this is just what Calli would be saying to us.
What does courage look like to you?
Do you think of the colors red, white, and blue?
Do you think of someone who stood up for the weak?
Someone who never gives up until they find what they seek?
All of these things are nice that’s true,
but I think of something different than you.
I think of a young girl whose life went into a whirl
Why, you ask does she come to mind?
A girl whose life was in a bind?
Because she was stronger and braver than most
even though her body would soon become a host
A host of a terrible thing
something that makes you not want to sing
Cancer I’ve been told has no cure
unfortunately the doctors were sure
She had the courage of a warrior and the strength of a solider.
That is how you would describe her
She fought for over a year, over many a shed tear
To be free from cancer was her plea
to run and dance again and just to be
On the fourth of July at age 15
she met her Lord and King
All I can do is cry as I wonder why?
But if she was here today I know that she would say:
“It was a long hard fight, it was a long last night
It was the pain and the sorrow
and the hope for a tomorrow
You loved, you cared, everything you had you shared
You gave, and you hoped
I know you tried and did your best to cope
Now that I’m gone I want you all to carry on
I want you to laugh like you used to
and smile till it hurts you
Now I can see, it’s just the way He said it would be
With the saints, the angles,
Jesus, and me
Our prayer didn’t turn out wrong
now I get to join in with the angles song
In the chorus up above the chorus of love
With the saints, the angels, Jesus, and me
Wrapped in the arms of Jesus is where I wanted to be,
I heard Him say ‘this ones with Me’
I wish that you could smell these flowers
and marvel in His powers
If you could see the pearly gates
and all of the treasure that awaits
You would be happy for me no tears would we see
Here with the saints, the angels, Jesus, and me
I know its hard living in the world of darkness;
just wait till you see this kingdom of brightness
This is truly where we belong ;
singing in with the angels song
When you reach the kingdom too,
know that I will be waiting for you
With the saints, the angles, Jesus, and me.”
That is what I believe my dear friend would say.
I don’t think she would have it any other way
Now do you see why I think of her?
Do you understand madam or sir?
She was and will always be
a wonderful memory living in me.
See you soon.
This song was written by a guy that lost his little girl. Calli was so drawn to it, from the first time that she heard it, she played it over and over again and said, "Mom, I don't know why, but I am so drawn to this song." Well, now we know, she wants us to hear the message in it.
She wants us to sing a song of HOPE. Her hope was not just to be healed. Someone said to me, "So much for, "Pray Believe and Dare to Hope..." WHAT? No, no, we continue to pray, believe and dare to HOPE that we will see Jesus and Calli again. her Hope, our HOPE was greater than just being healed from a disease, her hope was higher, and LIVING. We have a LIVING HOPE in Jesus. No prayer was wasted, no breath of hope said in agony and tears for her healing was wasted...Hope is not lost!
She is singing
Blessing and Honor and glory and power
forever and ever
to her God
The God of HOPE
Calli now knows more than we do
she knows in FULL, we only know in part.
She is experiencing an orientation of divine exchange....of HEAVEN
oh the sights and wonders and saints she is meeting.
I know she is worshiping the Lord, and asking so many questions...
not just to Him but to others.
How can I keep from singing?
How can I keep silent?
God is still good, all of the time.
His grace is sufficient for me.
The last words Calli said were, "I just want to go home."
Before she went home, she saw things, she kept saying that our house was so big, that the rooms were huge, she kept seeing "Scotland" outside, and said our yard was so beautiful..she was seeing Heaven.
Reading through her Bible, she has so may verses outlined, underlined and highlighted...
she loved God's word.
I am reading through psalms in her bible....it is comforting me and blessing me
She was just a traveler here, she truly knew and thought of Heaven as her home.
She saw bits and pieces the last week before she went there.
She told me of what she was seeing.....
Oh how marvelous, Oh how wonderful-
Can you just imagine the glee and sparkle in her turquoise blue eyes as she beholds the beauty of Heaven?
Earth is a garbage dump compared to there.
A year ago, Calli and I we were driving to Philly for radiation and Chemo, we were alone and she said..
"Mom, I don't know why people are afraid to die, I am not scared or afraid to die. I can't wait to get to Heaven! I get to see Jesus! I have so many questions to ask Him....... and Grandpop, and Nana Minnie... Misty and Boots and oh mom! I get to meet Keith Green, and King David, and Esther and Ruth, and Paul, Elijah! Oh mom, Laura Ingalls Wilder is there! Do you think Anne Frank is in Heaven? I have so many questions to ask these people. But I am kinda sad, because I wish that Anne of Green Gables was a real person, and all the Sacketts that Louis Lamore wrote about were real people and would be there to meet me....."