The Shroud
The ebon night fear wraps itself around me
like a blanket. nay, perhaps more a shroud
a funeral shroud of coarse heavy wool
wet and heavy from too many wasted tear
a shroud dark as the souls of Satan’s spawn
I resist screaming out in one last act of defiance,
rallying against all that is lacking in me
alas too weak I succumb, my voice silenced
I slip into the cold embrace of the shroud
but before my eyes close and my soul departs
I see her light, her love, her oneness with me
and that comforts me in my passing…
,
Sheila
Just as we have them here on earth
Its an embraceful offering Fee
No matter the darkness which veils
Blessings
Vickie
Be always safe,
Karen
hug
Kathy
May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister Barbie
Donna
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber ""V
Peace,
Dayvid
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Hugs,
Anna
Cheers,
Dan
Georg