This time of the year, comes All Souls Day
I remember my brother who passed away
It was only last year, I can tell
Still with sadness from the heart I feel
I had the resentment to God, that time
During our family darkness was in prime
I asked God, why he took our brother so early
And I did not heard God's answer immediately
But when I was at calm moment
I heard God's voice from a distant
Thru gentle wind blowing the candle light
With explanation at that night
He said; Son, it hurts I know
I felt that like sharp blade too
When my son was nailed in a cross that time
And who dare not be sad during that time
As I listen, I just put what God said to my heart
As I understand it, though a dagger in my heart
And will just honor my brother, and all souls anyway
During the time of All Souls Day
Ency Bearis
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