Think what you like Express whatever you feel A funeral without a God? Is it not just as real? Did they live a good life? Did someone hold them dear? If they died a nice person Aren't they entitled to be here? The flames which consume them makes all bodies ash but Souls and spirits cannot burn And can't be bought for cash. Sing songs if you wish to Speak verses and some rhyme Cry and mourn freely For there is no next time. We gather for the send off of someone we all knew Sceptics also need nice places to wish gone friends adieu. Vibrant colours of stained glass Old wood beams and seats Candlelight and fresh flowers Gives an aura which completes. Churches' often have the best sites With gardens meant to cheer Solemnity is inbuilt And we enter without fear. If this God is any good He (or she) won't grouse If some doubters also assemble Inside this holy house.
Tag: Mourn
Impotence
I have a daughter who is ill and she is also very sad. She looks to me to help her because I am her dad. Dad's fix everything don't they? Isn't that why they are there? To stand and fight and win like a powerful great Brown Bear. I would like to fix things for her to shield her from this storm. Take all the blows and pain away and return life to her norm. But her adversary is mighty it stalks her day and night, won't let her eat to live her life and her big dad mourns in fright. This caring parent looks on helplessly so wishing he could do more, she is drowning in a deep sea while Counsellors' advise her from the shore.
Equal Opportunity
Think what you like Express whatever you feel A funeral without a God? Is it not just as real? Did they live a good life? Did someone hold them dear? If they died a nice person Aren't they entitled to be here? The flames which consume them Makes all bodies ash, but Souls and spirits cannot burn And can't be bought for cash. Sing songs if you wish to Speak verses and some rhyme Cry and mourn freely For there is no next time. We gather for the send off Of someone we all knew Sceptics also need nice places To wish gone friends adieu. Vibrant colours of stained glass Old wood beams and seats Candlelight and fresh flowers Gives an aura which completes. Religions have the best sites With gardens meant to cheer Solemnity is inbuilt And we enter without fear. If this God is any good He (or she) won't grouse If some doubters also assemble Inside his holy house.
Funeral
Do not mourn my passing For I'm in a better place My pain is gone, my spirit's free And the sun is on my face. Do not cry at my grave site Only my body is there (or only my ashes are there) I've taken the path of eternal rest And my soul can now repair. Do not weep when thinking of me I know you were on my side We must all make this journey And after all - I have only died.
As I See Things 