Graves are filled by bodies
that used to be people.
Decomposing flesh
that litters the bottom of the coffins.
Do not visit my grave.
I will not be there.
Instead, imagine me in the room
where you are sitting.
Talk to me, if you want.
I'll answer in the wind chimes
that tinkle in the breeze.
I shall remind you
that I love you.
That you meant something to me
and I appreciated your presence.
I shall touch your heart
with remembered conversations.
Wonderful words that will
echo like bells in the silence.
Do you think death
will make me forget you?
No. It shall not.
I will caress you with my
zig zagging spirit
that will
stay with you long after
my body is gone.
The priest will intone his prayers.
The casket will be blessed.
Significant gestures that should
bring comfort to those gathered.
Afterwards.
Look around.
I'll be wishing love
on everyone.
Smelling the funeral flowers
that lie upon the newly laid dirt.
Graves are filled with bodies after death. This is sorrowful as bodies decompose in natural process. Self does not want to go to grace rather wants to stay in room. Reminding love in path of life Significant gestures that should bring comfort to those gathered. Smelling the funeral flowers bring deep thought on this. Excellent presentation shared really....10
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Beautiful funeral scene invoking sorrow and pain of lost ones. That is the reality for some. But those who love, there is no such thing as death. Memories of the one loved lives on forever. But those who joined together after death live on for all eternity in heaven. WE look forward to that prospect. We are pilgrims, on voyage to the Promised Land