Fri Jun 26 , 2020
The following poem was written for the passing of a relative on Father’s Day. Death, it is not finalBy D.E. Lee © 2020 We think of death, and mourn those past, Holding to memories, and keeping them fast, But Death is not permanent, nor will it last, It is but a beginning, in time which is vast, Though hard for us, to comprehend, The finality of death, will come to an end, The dividing called death, of body and spirit, For a time apart, but never fear it, We will again, both reunite, Our body and spirit, in their might, […]
