Written upon hearing that a dear friend’s close relative has left this life.

And when into the ground I’m laid
All solemnness and still
There is no word that can be said
To ease the creeping chill
The tendrils of the loneliness
That over them will advance,
Regretted time they can’t confess
The pain of no last chance.
My little ones and giants too
Who turn their eyes above,
Of all the things I ever knew
The best of these was love.
I loved you all, I love you yet.
Love does not pass away.
For given love more love begets
In God’s eternal day.
So mourn me now, and then rise up
And seek me in your hearts
For life is more than bitter cup
Love never does depart.

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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