this silent night

In Loving Memory of my Late Mother
Blanche Medorah Cunningham Bowen
1913 February 06-2020 July 14 (107 years old)
 
"Your dead shall live; their bodies shall rise.  You who dwell in the dust, awake and sing
for joy! For your dew is a dew of light, and the earth will give birth to the dead."  Isaiah 26:19 (ESV)
 
i
requiem
this vacant song
this silent night;
to them
the tears belong
who know the plight
of sleep
imposed upon
the mortal soul,
whose peep
beneath the sun
none can control.
 
ii
sad year
whose wistful dreams
and silent hopes
adhere
as flashing gleams
where peace elopes;
blest bones
that dance no more
nor more know toil
gravestones
shielding death's store
but for a while.
 
iii
i gaze
in wonderment
upon the spot
where days
and years far spent
recline to rot;
my heart
knows better hope
than foolish fears:
we part
but for the scope
of fleeting tears.
 
iv
her song
at break of day
shall thrill the skies,
when long,
deep-slumbered clay,
from sleep shall rise;
no more
shall brutal death
wield, cold, his chain;
his roar
shall never wreath
the soul again.
 
© Copyright 2021 July 14
by Clyve A. Bowen♫