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Unbroken Vows

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?

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My Epitaph

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!

All Is Well

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.

Final Metamorphosis

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!”

Silent Tribute

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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