No Longer May Alarm
The dead flowers in the vase have their own charm
They have their form, their shape, their wistfulness
What is dead no longer does us harm
Thus being dead is no cause for alarm
There is no need to suffer loneliness
The dead flowers in the vase have their own charm
As they age, they look like a dead palm
The sort we got in church had comeliness
What is dead no longer does us harm
The secret of long life is loving calm
And looking at the world with gratefulness
The dead flowers in the vase have wistful charms
Meditation on dead flowers is balm
We fear no longer our own death’s fullness
What is dead no longer does us harm
Waste not time in hateful wilfulness
We sing with love our own dawn choruses
The dead flowers in the vase have certain charms
What is dead no longer may alarm
Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2017
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