As we keep sacred vigil ,
Round your bed.
No cry escapes your lips,
Skin cleaves to bones,
Your body deathly still.
Your soul prepares for flight,
One journey ends,
Another soon begins.
Each says a last goodbye,
I lift your hand and place it,
One more time against my lips.
You meet my gaze
We make a silent pledge
That we will meet again.
Faith the sentinel to Love,
Declares death but a sign,
Abundant Life goes on.
Myra D’Souza / 29 September 2011
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