Beyond the Stone
I stood among the graves where the lilies grew wild
I was there a moment to pray for my lost angel child
Warm tears flowed down cheeks worn by sorrow and age
Buttercups grew yonder on a ridge with mint and sage
I knelt by the tiny mound of green sod to pray
I choked on the words I truly meant to say
Lonely for long begotten hugs froze my mind in repose
I held in my trembling hand a small yellow rose
With weathered fingers clawing at my chest I sobbed
For another angel in heaven my soul felt empty and robbed
I began to accept the pain as I stood alone
Feeling faint I arose to walk to my little girls stone
Watch over my heart my Lord I prayed for I hurt never more
I stood there among the monuments of time empty and sore
I walked the glory trail then awaiting for her alone
Now God beckons me far, far beyond the stone
Copyright © Roger Hadden | Year Posted 2014
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