IN THE CHURCHYARD

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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