Roses And Rain
Surely some revelation is at hand
W. B. Yeats, "The Second Coming"
After the scriptures of loss and redemption,
Our separate prayers and the shared chalice,
As we each make our way to gather as one
Where covered mounded earth is set aside,
All our remembering now speechless silence,
Beneath the low clouds still as monuments,
Back where your roses will come each year
In wild profusion then without your care,
Rain refilling the glass you left by the door.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2013-06-26 at 18:15
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