Final rites

The closing of a persons life is mixed with celebration and sorrow

An hour after been at the church,

With others standing who were sad,

I did not know they care so much,

As others saw; the blessings I had.

But into my world they could not look,

For my sorrow could not be awaken,

By the last rites from a common book,

And bring myself to stop grieving.

My soul sought the loss to be forgiven,

All that I loved; had suddenly gone,

While my heart was still breaking,

Life moved on leaving me forsaken.

In my thoughts, darker clouds surround,

When the final rites was solemnly given,

Ashes go from view down into the ground,

With depth of good will waiting the rest of heaven.

Time may rolled a torrent of memories within,

To draw a glint of sun from this stormy life,

And the fear in death shall lose its sting,

And we prepare better to meet our fate.