Garden of Stone
Solitary garden of flower hath grown,
Where life has past and memory alone,
Now forevermore lies in row of stone,
To mark the passing of those we have once known.
Many a purpose of beyond do send,
Through joyful passing or violent end,
A wish to know his warm embrace,
At roads end a destiny they face.
In giving of prayer in love do grow,
The hope for departed the creator would show,
An everlasting piece, happiness, and love,
Only known in heaven above.
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