The Mourn of Sacred
~I ’m blessed by my mourn…
released from strife’s scorn…
I am by grace comforted…
in Love‘s sacred kiss…
thus torn, I gain bliss…
my sorrow thus aborted...
~though death claims a face…
mourn is sacred grace…
alone by the throne, I find…
sorrow dissipates...
vacates, sacred gates...
sacred mourn is peace divine...
~death where is thy sting...
borne of human fling...
only thoughts by humans wrought...
arise from disguise...
of human devise...
by mourn the sacred is sought
For and in Honor of Nette Onclaud
“ALOUETTE, Your Cleansing rite
by John Moses Freeman
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2011
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