2020.06.26 – Death, it is not final


The following poem was written for the passing of a relative on Father’s Day.

Death, it is not final
By D.E. Lee © 2020

We think of death, and mourn those past,
Holding to memories, and keeping them fast,
But Death is not permanent, nor will it last,
It is but a beginning, in time which is vast,
Though hard for us, to comprehend,
The finality of death, will come to an end,
The dividing called death, of body and spirit,
For a time apart, but never fear it,
We will again, both reunite,
Our body and spirit, in their might,
And when reborn, again rejoice,
We are made whole, through saving grace.

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