AWAKEN.
We are here for the dead!
Irreverence; Constant conversation;
They cannot hear you!
No! We are here for the living!
To reflect, to remember, to leave;
Our sorrows, our grief, shared.
The body; Now lifeless, decaying;
Enclosed in a casket, shrouded;
An image, once active; Dormant!
The light having played slips;
From shadow into deeper shadow;
An essence; Passing, flickering.
Joy has been given with vibrancy!
To life's daily challenge;
The result that each of us chooses.
We leave an impression; Sometimes
Favourable, friendly, caring;
We decide by our action, our emotion.
For those who stand nearby;
Are memories precious? Significant?
A reflection to repeat the past!
Do we wait until death?
To be accepted! Even appreciated!
Can we be substantial? Unless we die?
We should remember; As we are reminded;
Love and friendship given together;
To be thankful; To enjoy smiling;
Freedom, is for those who understand!
To be themselves; They accept others!
Always brightening each day; Timely!
The words which are spoken;
Lead to one intent of understanding;
To the mind and heart receiving.
How right are each one?
Thoughts are crystalline;
Clear or opaque;
Sometimes absorbed by the welcome vessel;
Or rejected by barriers of self.
Awaken slumberous voices! Rise to the morn!
Praises; Reach out and overcome spirit forlorn!
The call resounds to lift your love;
Exude thoughts; Focus on God above.
My life has been offered; A gift;
A sacrifice to many; Of memories; They are left!
Will George © 1993
Will George Poet
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