Return To Excellence Part I

~names allured ere call of wind _conferred again to All’s begin~ ~meandering souls ebb tides of sea _ so shall marrows forever be~ We hark unto ye trumpets, O elephants_ tis proclaimed magnificence_ As Ye Bellow of Life’s passing in “Heavenly Eloquence” ~Here lies a tribute of essential remembrance_ A wading monument of Life on earth brief residence. Here silences the war of self_ O ye grateful benevolence_ Desisted “malum in se” per ye astute calm resonance~ Though as humbling our earthly abode behest us, our ethereal statue is of the greater value _and that of supreme prominence_ It is in this light we ask that thy soul be judge not harshly but with utmost care and tenderness_ We extend our forgiveness to all thy follies made towards man and beast alike _so they may bare weight of little consequence_ We Pray that of all the works of thine hands _ only the best of them deems to be that of the highest significance_ We ask that the power of all that is glorious and good be used in determining the final resting place of thy eternal unending existence. For as a well loved _ and beloved devoted friend, family, mortal and being, we pray thy deeds built thee a worthy heavenly edifice. As we lay in mourn with thee _ let our outstretched hands hold as clear unwavering evidence_ Of our bond to rise above the shadows of darkness and fear _ and to shine brightly in unified elegance_ May thy grace and glory hold a candle to those who have traveled before thee _So Ye may live on amongst them In humble respect and love _ with dignified endurance_ Yea though, we shall not ever hear thy voice or see thy smiling face _ Thy life is forever ours _ In memory of thy happiness, thy sorrows, thy absence and in thy ever presence_ There shall be no other like unto thee_ For Thy virtue is beheld by Thine own instinctive essence. So blame us not for our reluctance to give way to thy fate _ we beg pardon of our momentary hesitance. Standing together here today _ we stand not in question of our sad unwillful grievances. For the bitter sweet memory of thy “Life and Loves” flashes before our eyes in momentary instances.