Grief Poem by Gayle M. Citrus Maize Water Nora Shoshone Doherty Winchester, story song Glen A, Sweeney +
Grief
Our time spent at our homes on this flower earth is brief.
The elders survived their world sometimes fatigued with grief.
The wish to see our loved ones up in heaven aloft
Is a wish we carry with us in our treasured thoughts.
During the autumn some trees spin their own flaming leaves.
For its in our majestic song stories we believe.
We do have precious little time here, but we can enjoy it with poems like this and our Lord to guide us. Very thoughtful and nice. Lynn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/7/2024 12:28:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Perhaps it is the beauty and magnitude of nature that makes the supernatural spiritual world come into view.A brief and worthy write