May angels dry tears with gentle wings,
guide your thoughts toward supernal things.
Laborious to catch your breath,
today your sorrow is keen in death.
Celebrate memories you have shared,
immortal Glory, godly declared.
Beyond this realm
of all we know
exists another
where souls can grow.
A welcome space
proved true by faith
where wings, brand new,
are greeted, embraced.
This special place
of peace and calm
is Heaven for settlers
from far and beyond.
So, when you’re heart aches
as it’s bound to do,
just make sure
you take care of you.
It’s hard to believe,
even harder to accept,
the depth of emotions
so heavy, complex.
He may have left.
He’ll never be gone.
The best parts of him
will still carry on.
In the memories we hold
and the stories we share.
In the small signs that signal
his presence is near.
Trust that he’s happy,
his turmoil set free.
Raised above time,
forever he’ll be.
“Every breath for death is an obligation “
Eternity looked at them
Equalized them with prosperity
& said: “they were brothers”
The goal was a long term goal.
Death took an excuse/ Asked for forgiveness / Stroke it hands - passed through the air on its heels / met the night between mountains / Came back with a body & a wreck in shroud
ruptured the reunion of a family.
The parting was sad / Hearts inflamed /Our eyes sought refuge with tears / Floods ran down cheeks.
With a heart that believes
In God’s will & destiny
I mourn “the name” of the dead
I offer a fellow feeling to “the name” - & to “a beloved brother” - may “the name” live in the highest city of God.
In the key to our apartment/ The flowers in our balcony /
The newspaper & letters/ In our cup of coffee / Death is in them all.
Each one cried.
None knew who died.
Aunty!
Some said loudly.
My great-uncle lost,
Said the host;
My son -
A bright sun...
Watched all!
Said: A Fall...!
Birth and death
Depends on the breath
Should one for money mourn?
Born...
Death is a fact known...!
14 December 2022
The Queen has answered her ancestral call
England is in sad reflex to her nightfall
My condolences to the Royal House
For Her Majesty can no more live within the House
But her legacies which make England proud
Will in many books be read aloud
Sadly we won't further say God save the Queen
Who in humility lived in between
With no thirst for unnecessary influence in UK political scene
And without lust to corrupt the English religious serene
Her Majesty was like a fine rain from a cloudless sky
With principles that our Nationalists held very high
Please stop the propaganda against the Queen
Your concerted messages are just like smokescreen
To cover the fact that we're responsible for our own ruins
The Queen's England didn't leave us with man-know-man doctrines
After sixty years of independence
Haven't we degraded in our appearance?
Why can't we accept that we've failed our own selves
When we make the giants in us look like elves?
Please stop the propaganda against the Queen
She left us with all our cities all serene
My heart prays for the Queen of England
May her soul find rest across land
Deepest condolences for your recent loss
I understand how your sadness feels,
For I, too, have borne that bitter cross
And long for the time when memory heals
When peace returns what eternity steals.
written January 31, 2022
A teacher told class;
“I know a few years
I will die and go
give me my money,
the condolence fees
those mourners, I fear
will cheat me!”
Zoological mental state.
Yesterday's news brings trouble to today's date.
Xylophones ringing playing tunes of my sorrow.
Willing to give it all for a moment I can borrow.
Venus Flytraps eating away at my soul.
United we once were, I was whole.
Tragedy promoted our separation.
Scenes of lucidity remain of our immense devastation.
Responsive to avail.
Quietly singing to your lost soul as my eyes swell.
Picking away at cotton from this worn out sweater.
Oscillating thoughts, the pain is far from better.
No sunshine to illuminate the present.
Malice lingering in my heart is a vicious weapon.
Like a grenade awaiting explosion.
Kin on the branches of my family tree have ceased motion.
Juxtaposed to bitter benefits.
Impossible for a valued object to ignite any sentiment.
Head spinning like a whirlwind.
Grenadine mixed with tequila doesn't slow the spin.
Fishing for hope in a pool of disparity.
Enduring the loss of a creature of such rarity.
Descending to a place where the sun has no feasible presence.
Crippled by the memory of your warm essence.
Baffled by the mystery of life's lessons.
A life without you is one of constant regressions.
>>>>I wish to send my condolence to a family in the States,
For the loss of a son and the heart aches it creates.
A mother can tell theres no greater fear,
Then to lose a love one you hold so dear.
Troubles we in counter going through life,
At times i am sure you could cut with a knife.
He passed on in the middle of the night,
No way of known, he had given up the fight.
He was called my his mom to get out of bed,
After calling him a few times, he dident move his head.
She went in to check to see if he was ok,
But he had already passed, he was on his way.
His soul rest with you now Lord in heaven today,
As the ones left behind, kneel and pray.
Please watch over his soul, embrace him with love,
For his soul was sent to the Lord , on wings of a dove.