Elegy For a Drowned Child
When Death’s pale decaying fingers
Have caressed the face of beauty and lingers
For a moment to gaze on that face so pure
The innocence of the young there’s no demur
Death has no concept of age no mind to dwell
On pity or the consequences of those who fell
They rest now in Heaven’s immortal light
Where Angels shine in vestments bright
Where He who makes all things whole
Sends forth Glory to surround their soul
In memory of all the children of refugees who drowned in the Mediterranean seeking freedom
Copyright © David Wood | Year Posted 2015
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