It will never wake or become a blessed feeling
None today, Nor in the hope of new tomorrows
Look upon a heart that once loved, now lost and empty
A broken light that flickers in their silent meadow
As the wind gathers clouds together
So shall an evening risk a soul away
Leaving the sweetest part of all life's sorrows
In the dark of this lonely place
'All, ' is ever sought in God's imagination
Until such time qualms shall doubt his holy grace
Beyond far; As though an out of body, Spirit
Once immortal, must return and leave no trace
May any memory become as beautiful as a flower
For our dearest who kneel before a lonely grave
May the God of men and all immortal
End all torments before the hour strikes, 'End Of Days'
(11/23/2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem