In the churchyard
Graves stand tall
Angels guarding stand
Peace pervades air
Laden with grief
Sighing a goodbye
Death defies us
Life answers back
Its own victory
The door opens
Crossing the threshold
Into past times
I hear voices
Distant but clear
Speaking their truth
A bell sounds
It is time
Venite adoremus dominum
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Beautiful: I love this him and you brought it to life with your poem of life’s triumph over death.
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Thankyou so much Zingrid. Those words of yours mean a lot to me. 😊
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Awesome! Love this! ❤
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