Celeste Butler-Mendez Poet Quatrain

Finally, Rest!

Finally! Rest!
Beneath gray stones I lay.
Will Heaven call?
Or will hell have its way?

Will I sleep now,
in peaceful state this night?
Put here I was
by my hand to no delight
to still chilled world
from those who held cruel cheer.
Who'll gather now?
Whose heart will shatter here?

Eternal place,
I've nothing left to save.
Don't cry for me!
I'm happy in my grave.

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Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 31, 2010 at 11:05 AM I wonder? Does death to oneself take the soul to a place of peace, or a place of eternal grief. Who knows. I think sticking around it the best choice...even when feelings hurt. God be with you. Lovingly, Dane Ann

John Loving Iii March 31, 2009 at 10:42 AM your life must have been filled with pain. i can read it in your words. John H Loving III

Michael Jordan March 9, 2009 at 8:48 AM Celeste - I reckon we do get tired of this life and all its painful memories - Though some parts i recall were rather beautiful - God Bless, MJ