in Time by Stephen A. Dantes



The cycle of life remains mysterious
to those of us who remain.
And with death; life is never the same again,
we never see fully with opened eyes
until we cross that great divide.

But with each subtle proclaim of souls taken,
we’re awaken to the realness of life,
and of death.
And in the hope of reuniting
we set the pace for time left.

The grave has no shame.
It claims rich, poor, old, young,
black and white,
healthy or sick,
male… female.

And in time,
when people meet to say goodbye  to loved ones;
Pray the Lord to comfort those who hurt
For the closer we are to Him,
the closer we are to them.

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