Our souls depart to Heaven's flight...
B'neath dimm'd lit starry night.
Moon beams sparkle-as we pass...
B'fore that Sunday's-mourning mass.
Angel'd wings of God's own might...
Ushers forth our loving holy, Father's lights.
Souls welcomed happly, through Heaven's gates...
Enables good men to accept their time given fates.
Man was born sinful, upon this earth...
Jesus came down, to be of a worldly birth.
Man continued their sinful ways...
Christ was put to the cross, to forgive man's sin filled final'd days.
Michael....this is beautiful. Sorry for your wifes loss. I salute you for this one!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely title. Your poem is very inspiring and very true. It must be a comfort to your wife. Kindest regards, Sandra Fowler