Midnight Bells

The bells tolled till midnight
another soul lost the fight
At the wake many tears were shed
funerals are for the living, not the dead
the eulogy was done by Pastor  Fred
who spoke of fire and brimstone instead
At the cemetery  we bid our last goodbye
and laid him to rest under a sad gray sky
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Dietrich Avatar
January 30, 2015 at 8:54 PM
I kept going to different old poems and even then, could not find a new one for me to comment on. Anyway, this was a good one to revisit. A great little poem about funerals. I like the phrase: funerals are for the living.
Kendrick Avatar
June 30, 2012 at 7:24 AM
Enjoyed reading this one..My husband says that he always tries to comfort the family when there is a death..I have only know him to preach a sermon once at a funeral..He knew a young man there who he had taught in Sunday School and he knew that he had not made a profession of faith so he preached a short sermon within his comforting words to the family..Sad day for the family whose family member who has passed on to eternity..I hope not recently for your family..Thanks for stopping by..Sara
Dietrich Avatar
June 30, 2012 at 1:26 AM
I really like this poem, Joseph. Something wonderful about these itty bitty ones!!!
Culverhouse Avatar
June 28, 2012 at 8:20 PM
I heard if it rains on your funeral....you make it to heaven??
May Avatar
June 28, 2012 at 8:54 PM
I have heard that too Doris..
A   Avatar
June 27, 2012 at 4:05 PM
Joseph, thank you for the comment in my blog.. about your poem: The image is not an even i enjoy, however your midnight bells make resting unchangeable... thank you for sharing..pd
Lefanue Avatar
June 27, 2012 at 2:29 AM
Glad you enjoyed my poem, Joseph. You are right - spiritualism is rampant. Cute poem - I don't like the fire and brimstone message, but its alive and well. God bless, Maureen
Grisetti Avatar
June 26, 2012 at 8:14 PM
From the title I expected a poem on the matin bells, as they ring at midnight. I thought funerlas were supposed to bring comfort, I hope I do not get Pastor Fred when it is my turn.
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