At The Graveside Of One Who Suffered Poem by L MILTON HANKINS
At The Graveside Of One Who Suffered
How shall I weep with those who mourn
When I have sensed the sweeter breeze
Wafting o'er the stones and through the trees
Across the sealed bronzed lid of death-borne
Sadness, yet eternal healing surely means
The bereft of pain are free;
The bereft of loss are free.
And so am I who stands before the glaring pit
Gazing into vast eternity, thinking only of me.
I shall not linger long to greet the wounded
Souls, whose cries of anguish at the bier
Reawakened in me long-dormant fear of dying
O, pity me, that I should self-accusing be
Grief-stricken without a solitary tear.
A very well written poem expressing the pain and grief endured by the loved ones behind and at the same time viewing death as a force dominant. Feared yet accepted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 12:30:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It is a good thing to grieve for loved ones at a cemetery; you are right. I do that quite a lot. It can make you feel afraid of your own death sometime in the future. I know where you are coming from.