Dust To Dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust -
All mankind to their fate are led.
To face it - though - each human must!
There’s no need to pray for the dead.
Like motes of dust or grains of sand,
God’s children, through his worlds, are spread.
We wither but we go on, and
there’s no need to pray for the dead.
Yes, truly, I believe that we
one day will be where angels tread
to live again eternally.
There’s no need to pray for the dead.
Death takes our loved ones like a thief.
Pray for those whose tears are shed,
who must go on despite their grief!
There’s no need to pray for the dead.
March 25, 2017 for the Dust Contest of Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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