Open my beating chest;
listen to the rhythm of
the heart whispering
sorrow in conflict with
a soul that does not
question fate, a soul
that believes in keeping
faith.
Who triumphed – the
Heavenly Host, Fear, or
Pain, as a sweet light
removed from life floated
away to a heavenly
destination, upon a sea of
tears?
Happiness forever removed;
no longer are there happy
hearts, only sadness walks
through the prairie of time.
The Spirit struggles with a
veiled eternity, despair is born;
winged hope hovers, the world
motionless as the flame of life
flickers.
The sun no longer gleams, night
stars dim, days move forward
burdened with images of the past,
a time before that final hour.
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ann johnson-murphree 