I Gave Myself A Funeral And Nobody Came
Alas my day had come and my eyes closed unto eternal sleep.
Near, yet from afar I saw a shiny coffin without mourners to weep.
A solitaire gravedigger stood by the coffin in the open field alone.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and lowered the coffin into its final home.
With the coffin and dirt now in place, he walked away with sadness on his face.
Too many times, oh too many times has he done this when nobody came.
He, after reaching the cemetery shed grabbed a single red rose and returned to the freshly dug grave.
He stood in the silent field which held lost secrets and unknown desires.
He placed the single red rose on the mound of red clay, and in his mind he heard heavens angelic choir sing.
He wept silently for a Stranger that he never knew.
After kneeling by the grave and saying a soft little prayer.
He walked away in the stillness of the evening soft and fair.
Though present, yet not, I could feel this old gravedigger’s pain.
I watched him walk away; head hung low as the skies opened up as it began to rain.
The light soon began to draw me away from this solemn grave of which nobody came.
I wept not that I was laid down alone with no one to send me on; no one to weep.
For I am now at peace; my journey is now done.
I walk now with my Lord in the eternal presence of God’s only son.
Though I am now gone, though nobody to my sendoff came.
I rest now beneath the wings of HIS amazing grace.
J. Allen Wilson © 6/17/2010