Funeral Devotion Poems

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Gilded in a shroud of leaves
Some of my favorite yet so abundant
They will hold you till you are no more 
Yet so much more than...

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While bouquets flaunted their fullest bloom:
roses and lilies I assume,
I only saw gray, black, and white,
consumed in disbelief. 

While friends and kin folks gathered around,
with...

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For Z. Blessings and condolences to you and your family. May your Grandad rest in peace.

Dear Grandad 
By Michelle Morris
23/06/2023

Dear Grandad,

We miss you
We love you
May...

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I died and passed beyond the veil of life
Into a world of silence and of sleep
A place of darkness free from worldly strife
Where nothing stirs...

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Ahead of a just fixed funeral
He'd started counting its numeral:
Negotiator of the fairest price.
For twenty five bags of Thailand Rice...

Negotiator meets, too, Mortician
And relates to...

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In a frail rectangle,
Dark and sweet,
A man found his sorrow,
Fire beneath his feet,
Cross the delicate line,
between Heaven and Hell,
Smirk the sins of his past,
Life was...

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Your years have been long and beautiful
You Ruled with Power and Might
Your majesty and your reign were not in question
Because God made you our greatest...

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The Light Poem:  by Shawn Wilkinson

I’ve done the hard work.
My chains are Freed
I’m am relieved
I’m a new person indeed.

Free to make new choices
Out of...

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We were at the story-changing funeral 
Of the Genocide-implicated General:
A drunk and mourners were all served mineral!
In the paid tributes linked with the ethereal,
Though his...

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The Story
by Kamal Nasser
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I will tell you a story ...
a story that lived in the dreams of my people,
a story...

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Down secret streets, I glide
Down boulevards that twist and turn
Down the lanes of lost imagery 
I have seen in vacant rooms
Of awakenings
Of wandering shadows
Your eyes...

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My peaceful soul

You come to see me looking at my glossy stone with a silver grain I see your loneliness I feel your pain.
I can...

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We dream of reason 
A dry season
a setting of the western sun
A dark wraith 
a bold hold of hands-on high
A reason for the gun
A black...

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December 14, 1965           

"Mr. Samuel Cooke. Sam Cooke??
You been in that casket for three days..
You...

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