Passing On
A weathered stone now bears my name
?Identity of once a being
?Living out existence
Never making sense of why we are here
To be absent from the body
?Is to be present with the Lord?
The dust returns to earth
Yet separates from bones
Up here you will hear a rhythmic sob?
Or two from living yet-to-dies
?A stream of longing ?
Destiny’s abyss
They cry for me?
Sharing tears
?Mortality brings ?
As twilight nears
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