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From a Cemetery Bench...
Pause dear friend and sit awhile, enjoy this evening breeze and await that magic moment of the sunset through the trees.
Oh I’ve seen that sight a thousand times and wondered at the way that God would save such beauty for the ending of the day?
Aren’t endings filled with sorrow and regret I used to say but I slowly smiled as I realized the error of my way.
For there are no endings for those who love with all their heart and soul, when life beats and batters and lays us low that loving makes us whole!
So take my love, add your own and float it on this breeze, then you too will smile when you turn to see the sunset through the trees.
Oh I’ve seen that sight a thousand times and wondered at the way that God would save such beauty for the ending of the day?
Aren’t endings filled with sorrow and regret I used to say but I slowly smiled as I realized the error of my way.
For there are no endings for those who love with all their heart and soul, when life beats and batters and lays us low that loving makes us whole!
So take my love, add your own and float it on this breeze, then you too will smile when you turn to see the sunset through the trees.
Published 18th Feb 2020
Author's Note
A family lot, beautiful autumn day, sunset, Cedars, Oaks, Maples, Lake beyond, this piece came to me as you read it, no editing required. Both a lesson and deeper meaning here...
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18th Feb 2020 2:49pm
This is really beautiful.
I especially enjoyed lines three and four.
This poems reminds me of some older poems I've been reading from a collection of South Carolina lit. It seems a learned skill to write well with obvious meter and rhyme. and is amazing that it required no editing.
Nice.
I especially enjoyed lines three and four.
This poems reminds me of some older poems I've been reading from a collection of South Carolina lit. It seems a learned skill to write well with obvious meter and rhyme. and is amazing that it required no editing.
Nice.
18th Feb 2020 2:52pm
