I want to ask; where are you? Where is she?
She was as sweetly worded as a song.
She was bright and kind; she was light to me.
This parting rends me. Yet it is not wrong
Because warm knowledge of pain, that’s long away,
Of heavenly serenity; up high.
My loss and grief make the lonely earth grey
Vivid reds of love light the vaulted sky.
She rests in peace, she hears our prayer
I need you now, my Lord, and you are here.
A contest entry
- A Prayer For The Dying by CatherineL.
1600 points, ended June 9, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I love it. It's beautiful, short but sweet. xx
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