Requiesce In Pace
I lost a friend some months ago
'rest in peace', we all said,
a heartfelt wish that we all use
in honouring the dead.
I hope the wish we give comes true
as from this life they leave,
but flipping through the Bible, though
it's not as I perceive.
Saint Luke mentions heavenly hosts,
Angels, and Cherubims
who sing, constantly praising God
with their eternal hymns.
They must take turns and work in shifts,
this multitude in heaven,
all voices raised in Divine praise
an endless 24/7.
Not my idea of peace and quiet,
I wouldn't get much slumber,
that peace I wish, I don't buy it,
that din from such a number.
Perhaps in Hell it's quieter,
although there is less room,
as bathed in those Satanic flames
the damned all face their doom.
The groaning there may not be from
torture Satan employs,
but demons knocking on heaven's door
to complain about the noise.
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