Amen

How can I comfort the mother,
The son, the daughter, the wife,
When all they need is a passage
Into this sad night?

Scents and visions of outrageous Carnations,
Lilies and chrysanthemums' perfume
The room and the day with their humor,
And their grasp at reality on this day....

Tomorrow, at last, the body will rest,
In eternity, with Jesus, the Father,
And the Holy Ghost.
I pray that simple prayers

Allow the Mother, the Daughter,
The Son, Jesus, the Father,
And the Holy Ghost
A good night's sleep.

Amen,

My Lord




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2010-12-04 at 06:25

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countryfog
I'm touched not only by the words, a compassionate plea as prayers often are or should be, but by the obvious love behind the words.
2010-12-04


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Amen to that. - A touching poem, as usual. It's been a while since I have read any of your poetry. I haven't been around much - but I must catch up. This is a beautiful poem, it really is.

Your friend,
John.
2010-12-04