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Unbroken Vows
Posted by wfosterwelborn
Vows were broken, Love, by an unplanned death.
Promises that were spoken by the living breath.
Vows softly spoken in the listener’s ears
Linger on after death, bringing forth anguished tears.
Neither mountains high nor rivers wide
Can stop or contain them, and they still abide.
Later, you’ll bring them as you wing your way
And join my spirit, awaiting on the other side.
Marvel not then upon this small wonder,
For what God joins together, nothing puts asunder.
Though you live on if I pass first,
Find peace and joy, my love.
My spirit patiently awaits you
While angels sing above.
Our spirits will again reunite on that golden strand,
In that timeless Shangri-la, never to part again.
Think not that it’s over, that death brings the end,
For the spirit lives forever and ever, even then.
Finish your journey.
Walk your path, following destiny’s pull.
Shine your light on friend and foe.
Live life to the full.
I loved you then; I love you now
As when I gave the ring
To seal the vow made long ago.
Oh, Death, where is thy sting?
My Epitaph
Posted by wfosterwelborn
Gaze upon this empty shell
But shed no tear
For it served me well.
There were many things
It couldn’t do
So I’ve slipped it off
Like a well-worn shoe.
When I wore it,
There was pain…
It got burned by the sun
And soaked by the rain.
When it got old,
It couldn’t run
Or hop and skip
Or dance in fun.
Chairs and beds
Had to be arranged
To keep it warm
When the weather changed.
Its hair thinned out,
And its eyes grew dim…
A burst of energy was
But a dreamy whim.
The body grew wrinkled,
But the brain increased.
Knowledge and wisdom expanded
As mobility ceased.
Life’s run is over now.
The spirit seeks a better place.
Time for the old body to rest,
But, wow, what a race!
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All Is Well
Posted by wfosterwelborn
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
I hear You calling
From high mountains.
Among stately spruce trees,
I hear You whisper:
“Peace be still…always.
I walk before you.
Straight is the pathway.
All is well.”
In quiet places, I seek You
And carefully listen,
For in my mind I hear
Your voice softly speaking.
My refreshed spirit soars
Upward in exultation,
Unfolding in reverence,
Know and accepting.
Yes, Peace is Mine…
Your gift to all who
Seek to know You.
All is well. All is well.
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Final Metamorphosis
Posted by wfosterwelborn
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
I’m soaring now,
All is well.
As I glance down
On a worn-out shell.
I hear moans and crying.
What’s it all about?
Everyone wants to weep,
Yet I wish to shout.
Inside, looking out,
Now I’m outside looking in.
Bright, fresh beginning,
Freedom without end.
No more headaches
Or pain exist here.
Fresh new world,
Full of laughter and cheer.
Over the old earthly cocoon
You weep and moan,
But transfiguration is complete —
The butterfly has flown.
Spirit form unfettered,
At last completely free,
So why all the sorrow?
At last, “I am free!”
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Silent Tribute
Posted by wfosterwelborn
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Shrouded mist,
Bagpipe dirge,
Mournful notes
Oe’r heath and verge.
Spirit departs,
Yet not alone,
Presence felt
Although it’s gone.
Last note falls
Like a gentle kiss,
Wafting through
Thickened mist.
Note wears thin,
No longer heard.
Break not this silence
With spoken word.
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