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Feast of quiet, calm and peace

Of those that from their labors rest;

Feast of souls that found release

From the shackles that oppressed.



Still embraced by humid soil

Rests the perishable clay,

From toil now rests the mortal coil

While bereaved ones weep and pray.



Urns and graves alike divine

Spirit immortal dwells nigh,

Souls that left their earthly shrine

Feel their loved ones mourn and cry.



Seas and caves give up your dead!

Leave the funereal night-

Tombs and crypt and charnel bed

Open up and see the Light!



See He comes with might  and smashes,

Crypt and caskets, urns and plot,

Gathering in the  scattered ashes,

Rise and see the face of God!



© Elizabeth Dandy

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©26 October 2002 - 12:52am — blumentopf
27 October 2003 - 4:55pm — Ali Collins (not verified)
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we should all rise and see the face of god

ali

8 November 2002 - 1:03am — J.B. Manning (not verified)
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Wow, I really like the imagery and the lyrics in this poem. It held my gaze in a dreaming haze and spoke to me of long gone days, but dwelled it did upon my mind as if it is beyond a time.

Good work.