Hold Not a Sad Vigil For Me
Hold Not A Sad Vigil For Me
Hold not a sad vigil for me
Born of flesh and blood, once was free
Where my soul went, a better place
I ran Life's mysterious race.
Now having taken my last breath
Spirit passed through, cold hands of death
Beg, when I am laid in cold grounds
Earth hears, no heartfelt weeping sounds.
In Life's gift, I came to this world
To another realm, soul is hurled
There exists, no more evil lies
Only Light, Sun and gleaming Skies.
Once settled, saying prayers for you
Those that I love, evil ones too
This final message, truth stands clear
I enter smiling, with no fear.
Do not stand at my grave and weep* (1)
Instead pray my soul, Lord will keep
My grave, merely a marking place
To delay what Time will erase.
Hold not a sad vigil for me
Born flesh and blood, once I was free
Where my soul went, a better place
I ran Life's mysterious race.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2018
Rhyme, (Lin, 8's)
Tribute poem, inspired by Elizabeth Frye's great poem,
titled- "Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"
found at this link,
https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-not-stand-by-my-grave-and-weep-by-mary-elizabeth-frye
NOTE-
*(1)- Verse and Title from Elizabeth Frye's great poem of the same name.
This poem is a written tribute to her memory and great poem....
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