Angelic Pallbearers - Poem by Cecelia Weir
Selected by God
To swoop down for the soul.
To escort the Departed
From this beautiful life
Of trophies and earthly tolls.
More erect than their soldier
Who served on this battlefied.
They show no emotions
Until the grave has been sealed.
They obey each command
Syncronized in their mind.
Their job is so saintly
Performing each given duty
So orderly and so refined.
The soul is set free
To serve and behold.
The beauty of its life
For heaven is the goal.
The Angelic Pallbearers Of Life
One lifts the soul up
And one lays the body to rest.
As love ones reminisce
Of their Departed's given best.
The Pallbearers of Life
Who retrieve for the heavenly throne.
Are those whom God has selected
And heaven is already their home.
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