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....