Death Shall Sting No More Poem by Lily Winoto

Death Shall Sting No More



A morning of mourn, silent,
as the old aging man is taken away;
To that beautiful Zion, wonderful place.
But deep deep within those on Earth,
A hole is made, above the chest, center
It was empty like no other feeling,
of being left alone, yet
Rest assured that he is with God now;
The God Almighty, who abides in us,
forever and ever, Amen.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In memoriam June 03,12, beloved Akong
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Guess Who 22 June 2012

Really sad truth of life there is this famous phrase arabs say in translation something like If the death and poor were men i would've killed them So death is a true everyone will encounter it would be a very intresting experience only if you could just re-imagine it but too bad the one will be dead by now May god bless us when we're dead Guess Who

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