I lingered a while
In a place of rest,
Where mammoth oaks
Stood guard
Like giant sentinels
Oer timeworn monuments!
Faded names on ancient stones
All that remained
Of those long since departed!
Their tombstones,
Silent markers,
Have weathered centuries,
While generations vanished
Like shooting stars
Into the universe!
Birth was providence!
Death was predestined!
Dust to dust,
Bodies surrendered,
Returned to the earth!
I feel their spirits here,
Lingering,
Soaring effortlessly through the ages!
They are free,
No earthly chains
Weighing them down!
And in this peaceful garden of remembrance,
Where gentle breezes
And nature’s sweet melodies
Create blissful ambience,
I find solace!
© Annabel Sheila
Regis
I'm never been so brave as you are, though, I become weepy or frightened in cemetaries, I suppose because I'm afraid a ghost will jump out at me!
Anyway, I do love the poem!
Namaste,
Christine
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