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In memoriam
And left your family and frieds bereft.
But naught is left for us but memories,
The bridge and passageway to Him that IS.
'Lord shall I mourn or thank you that she was ?'.
Transcending time, the clock and calendar,
To be with heaven's blessed ones au par,
Comes to my busy mind persistently,
The symbol t'is of loving memories,
Of God Triune, - fair fight and victory.
Your little flowers keep their petals furled,
The soul has left and took with it her sheen,
And so much poorer is the hard-tried world,
Your porch deplete of guests speaks 'emptiness'
Looks to the frontal window wich now stares
Out of its panels dull and meaningless.
The door on which I shall no longer knock,
With confidence in need as heretofore,
And still stand the two fingers of your clock.
Once so admired and much coveted,
And the small flowerlets on your front lawn pine
For you dear friend in longing desolate.
Imbedded deeply in the human soul,
Be it your crowning ' laurels in HIS peace
To rest in peace in our All-In-All.
This tribute is for a dear friend lost recently.
