The Grieving Process
Graves of old, like blistering souls do hesitantly stare
While tears like reflective mirrors crawl down my cheek so fair
Hardly are these bodies buried, but merely gently carried... to Your heart: up there
I ask myself in loneliness, "Can" You relive them again?
The question still addressed, "we" can forever cry, my Friend
For love omits a flame of hope, "let" no one with loss have fear
Only allow You to envelope "them" with streams of your heavenly tear
With Your power let the dead "Rest" and let us live ones too!
Remove the fear and the dread "in" the souls of the living that rue
Tell me, will our hearts find "peace?" ...will the Grieving Process cease?
Written by Laura Elizabeth Breidenthal
For HGarvey Daniel Esquire's MIDDLE OF THE ROAD Poetry Contest
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