Once again
The monster of time struck,
He engulfed many lives
And uprooted
Happy Homes,
Snatched away their simple joy
And made their destiny cry.
Innocent children,
Helpless men and women
Couldn't bear his rage
And in an instant, Turned into corpse.
He shattered
Their hopes, their dreams
In the blink of an eye.
Man is nothing but
A prey to an invisible power, Fate
And the catastropies
are his agents.
Let's console the berieved families
And pray peace
For the deceased.
'Let's console the berieved families And pray peace For the deceased.' Ancient Holy Words Console The Living Beautiful words of compassion, funerals are not just for the dead, they are also to help and console the living in family formal respect. To aid to support the living who must live carry on continue in community. Heartfelt words console rich memories and time help heal hearts which give love. Your friend Terence George Craddock :)
This is the poem of the compassionate heart. Thanks very much for sharing it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very touching piece...very well written