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It is Well
The funeral passed as a fog set to Minor D.
My belly enceinte with her progeny
combined with a heart in pieces
sent my essence into auto-pilot
as the ceremony floated by.
The grand procession to the burial grounds
enlivened my dormant soul.
How she would have loved the pomp.
Motorcade police screeched an entire city to a stop
As her remains and those who mourned the whole flew swiftly by.
Inebriation caught from the very wonder and awe I’d inherited from her.
The weeping communion of family at the gravesite was a concert to behold.
How to suitably lower this divinity into the ground
as shattered, we were left standing.
So we sang. With each note, strands of her DNA mingled with the wind.
Each shovel of dirt percussion
and our harmonizing laments her very breath.
‘It….Is…..Well’.
And though my swollen body growing an extra heart and mind wouldn’t grasp it then, peace like a river flowed that day and it was, indeed, well with my soul.
R.
My belly enceinte with her progeny
combined with a heart in pieces
sent my essence into auto-pilot
as the ceremony floated by.
The grand procession to the burial grounds
enlivened my dormant soul.
How she would have loved the pomp.
Motorcade police screeched an entire city to a stop
As her remains and those who mourned the whole flew swiftly by.
Inebriation caught from the very wonder and awe I’d inherited from her.
The weeping communion of family at the gravesite was a concert to behold.
How to suitably lower this divinity into the ground
as shattered, we were left standing.
So we sang. With each note, strands of her DNA mingled with the wind.
Each shovel of dirt percussion
and our harmonizing laments her very breath.
‘It….Is…..Well’.
And though my swollen body growing an extra heart and mind wouldn’t grasp it then, peace like a river flowed that day and it was, indeed, well with my soul.
R.
Published 29th Jan 2023
Author's Note
Written for the Funeral competition around the death of my mother. It is Well is a old gospel song that encapsulates perfectly the deep feeling of grief that can live simultaneous to the quiet knowing that all is well.
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30th Jan 2023 9:26am
This is an exquisite and poignant capture of a day which remembers the many days of lives. BeautIful R.
30th Jan 2023 1:20pm
A lovely write, R. You've captured many of the feelings from my own mother's funeral. I love the hymn references! Are you aware of the story behind the writing of the hymn? Quite tragic.
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31st Jan 2023 4:56am
Oh this tugs at the heart. It's true dedication of love and remembrance.
Thank you sharing. Best of luck in the comp.
Thank you sharing. Best of luck in the comp.
