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Valley Of The Shadow Of Death

To await in the cathedral in the valley of the shadow of death by the sound of the master clock    
When minutes have tallied the dwelling within the ill health of the soul    
Anchored into the sea of time as repentance will begot      
Holding onto the fragility by a mere thread between death and the living      
Hands of terminal ailment, comforted unto      
Have seen the passage of life slip away in the bitterness of good and its horrid misgivings      
Steeple of hands, on knees, heads bowed in silent prayers imploring for last minute reparations      
Minds, hearts, souls, never aligned for the last breath of spiritual preparations      
In the fabric already woven in the element of time      
Sadness of no more pain, no more tears falling from the eyes shall blind      
Shadows of ancient voices from above calling in the name of love      
Come home my dear child rest a while      
Your eyes shall be open to discern thy will in Heavenly rest      
Wayward souls rest on the second journey now in divine awareness      
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and you never was      
In the sacredness of the soaring Dove      
Only because      
Feel the beautiful roaring of your soul now chasing the wind      
The chimes of Heaven you will know when your silhouette ascends      
Quiet whispers never to feel agony again      
Ancient times of accomplishment, desires, and feats      
Voided of intellect in remembrance from way back when      
Memories in the element of time to the heart of others shall be beautifully stained      
Eulogized sentiments spoken in comfort of all of you that remains      
Silent tears when seasons change      
Prayers to keep the melodies of life’s beautiful song      
No one knows the hour like a thief in the night, body here, soul has already flown      
You thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death      
Harking under grace, rebirth by His welts    
I wrote in memory from losing a resident to colon cancer today      
Rest In Heaven Rabbi Kohein... He was 89. wow what a life and the stories told      
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Author's Note
Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

Horace Mann
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