We are assembled here today
For the closing act of a lifelong play,
With all its laughter, joy and woe,
The curtain descends on this one-man show.
But somehow, somewhere, out of sight
We know there'll be a new "first night",
For this soul re-born to take the stage
Returned to life in another age..
.........................................................................
Simple and poignant.
<Deleted User> (32907)
Sun 23rd Jan 2022 17:51
Beautiful words for your late brother, MC.🌷
Thanks Keith. These lines were written for the interment of my
late brother;s ashes in the family grave.
I was perhaps subconsciously harking back to the theme that "All the world's a stage and we are merely players" (or something!).
But then, hasn't the feeling of "being here before" come along
at some time in our lives? .
A good poem and sound theology.
Thanks
Keith
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John Botterill
Mon 24th Jan 2022 23:13
Lovely, moving poetry MC.