Thursday, March 05, 2009

On hearing of a death

Snowdrops in snow

Then stand the snowdrops, harbingers of spring,

Amidst the rain-dropped leaves of wintered grass,

And bravely raise their battered petal wings

To herald news of those who from us pass.

The snow falls on the leaves and drops like tears

Are poised, and tremble, tender, in the wind.

The weeping flowers, downcast glance appears,

And note that death ‘gainst life again has sinn’d.

Call memory, and recollection fair,

And bring to mind the things that make you glad,

That bring a smile ‘midst gloom and deep despair,

And know that good lives on amongst the bad.

For no matter how short our time on earth

In each of us is hope a new rebirth.

(c) 2ndwitch


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