The Funeral Poem by Ina Coolbrith
The Funeral
The music was such discord, all,
The flowers they stifled so!
He spoke of One on Calvary
Long centuries ago!
The hope, the faith, my grief denied,
The prayers the preacher said...
What could they mean to me, Beloved,
Beside You, lying dead!
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: faith,flowers,funeral,grief,music
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