Funeral
rushing waters of rage subside
flowing tears now a trickle
screams of sorrow silenced
by the prevailing sense of sadness
words of comfort and peace offered
by sympathetic congregants who share
in our suffering as the gospel is read:
In My Father’s house
are many mansions
we’d settle for a deserted chamber,
a simple place where we could hold
our children once more.
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I love the ache in these words. So elegant.
Thank you!
Love the s sounds that seem to both soothe and carry sadness with them. Yes – just to have that place where children are safe!
Beautiful, Dennis, especially the way the tone of the last three lines speak to the earlier lines.
Thank you all for the comments.