I wrote this poem during the grieving of my Mother's death.  Within this poem was God's answer to my question.                    THE MASTER'S PLAN Mom softly called me on the phone one dayCome go with me, help me prepare for my going away.We quietly picked her casket, dusty rose and pinkHer makeup she wanted done by Johnny her godson.She asked me to type her program - the Order of Service planTh…