Eulogy For - Cleveland Columbus Jones
This Man's Verse's
Have Been Written.
This Mans Song
Has Been Sung.
Yet His Families Story.
Is Not Yet Done.
This Man's exceedingly
Refined example.
Has Been Lived!
ALL That Has Been
Asked of him,
Or Wrongly Taken.
Has either Been Given;
Or Would
Have Been Forgiven.
If He Had his Druther's
He Would Have Freely Given.
'The Loved One's'
This Man Left Behind.
Might Ask Themselves.
'Where do we Find? '
The Verse's he wrote?
'Where do we go? '
'To Hear the Song he Sang? '
As For Me I Submit.
Take Your Selves
To Where The
Church Bells Once Rang.
Take Warning,
And Take yourself
Where the echoes
Of His Hearts Song
Was Sung.
Take Yourself where
A Holy Trumpeter's
Breath Was Belted Out.
Take Yourself where
A Divine Drum
Beats Like a
Majestic Metronome.
Take Your Self
Where The Super Natural
Elder Spirits Inspire
the Clash of the
Symbol, and the
Clang Of the Bells.
On The High Priests Feet
Ring in the Sacred Temple.
For This Man.
Taught his Family.
A Yearning to Seek
Some Good Sunday
Morning Learning.
This Man Had
A Fire in his SouL.
A Burning.
As For Me I Shook
This Man's Hand.
I have even Been
Embraced by His Hug.
I Know the Heart of This Man.
I Know What he
would have Said.
For That is why I speak
To Declare God Gave
Him A Chance Through
Sentiments He shared with me.
Is How I know what he would Say
'Be Swift to Cry out with
Repentance in your Prayer.
Be Thorough in
the Forgiveness
you Give to Others.
Be Careful of The
Seeds You Sow.'
'Because their is
A Day Coming
Round Soon.
You Will Need
Forgiveness offered
Unto You.'
'Come The Season
Of The Fall
The Seeds You Have
Sown. Not One
Among us But All.
Harvest That Which
Grew Through Our
Labors We Have Grown.'
'Open Your Heart So
Your Soul Can Hear.'
That Long Iron Train.
Has Sounded Its Steam
Whistle a Mile Out
From The Weigh Station,
And Came To a
Grumbling and Grinding
Coal Chugging
Steam Sputtering Halt.
An Elder Spirit with Haste
Stuck His Head out The Coach.
With A empathic Heart
He Ask of All of You And Me.
Pardon Me, and my
Task at Hand.'
Yet This Man's Name
Has Been Found Written
In The Book Of Life.
The Engineer Has
Called Him Home.
I Share with You My
Witness To His Hammer
At The Forge Of Time
Pinging, and Tapping
The Anvil, And Pumping
The Billows To Forge
For This Man A Crown.
While The Father of
All Fathers Was Doing
Such As That.
His Son The
King of all Kings.
Was Tapping
The Last Finishing Nail
Into This Man's Mansion.
For he has prepared
A Place In His Fathers Land.
He Called 'All Aboard! '
Cleveland Columbus Jones?
Your Name Is On My Boarding List.
Brother Come Take Hold
Of This Polished Brass Rail
As I Release The Brake
That will Speed Us
Out Of Here.
Hold Tight!
For This Train
Is Gonna Deliver You and I.
Nye Unto the Fathers Dwelling Place.
A Chugging, And A Spewing
And Spitting Steam.
At the Far end of
The Next TunneL
Around The Bend
We'll Take You Home
On an AngeLs Wing
In A Pure Light Beam
The Trains Wheels
Screech And Scream
At Full Steam Ahead!
Written By Stephanie Mellisa Kievaughan
Wow Stephanie, that was a marvelous piece of writing! Keep up the good work.
it is obvious that this is a truly inspirational heartfelt work of love, respect, admiration and loss. It's one of the best I've seen on this site. I.S.
An impressive memoriam and tribute, young lady for a man who through your eloquent expression, was obviously well respected and loved by you, your family as well as many others, I'm sure...Stellar craftsmanship, indeed...~FjR~
An Impressive memoriam and tribute to a man who through your eloquent expression was obviously very special and respected by you and many others... Stellar crafting, young lady ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. An insightful bit of verse. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.