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| Reviewed by Sharon Lawson |
2/28/2007 |
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| I sense the joy of Heaven. Funerals are bleak affairs and despite the gloom and sadness, there is great comfort knowing where your loved one is now. This poignant poem is rather uplifting in a sense. Despite the blackness the mourners feel, the deceased feels nothing but great joy! |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
2/26/2007 |
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So very sad, sorry about your friend. Rich or poor, earthly possessions are meaningless in God's house.Will keep you in my prayers this night.
Be safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson |
2/26/2007 |
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so much here
sadness
reality
and the picture speaks volumes as well
i agree a moving tribute
peace |
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| Reviewed by Tactfully Naive |
2/26/2007 |
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As we lowered you
Down the barren tomb,
A redundant ugly
Motherless womb.
A compellingly vivid image of detachment of all that is important in a person's life: to be loved, wanted and made to feel adequate.
One would like to think that your friend triumphantly burst through the finishing tape by the skin of a single heartbeat like the rest of us who have and are still running the race.
In the light of this belief, his shroud may be unpaid for by earthly gilt, but the shroud of his sins are surely paid in full by the sacrifice of Christ.
A moving tribute to a man you have kindly elavated to a prominent plinth of integrity.
Regards
Dai |
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