I went to a funeral today
What
a totally depressing day
In
was a humanist service
Cold
and utterly soulless
With
some mumbling buffoon
Waffling
on in monotone
A
couple of poorly read poems
From
some well-thumbed tomes
And
ended in a fit of irony
To
the tune of “stay with me”
He
was not religious I will concede
But
even a man lacking a creed
Should
be launched into oblivion
To
the sound of a rousing requiem
He lived his life in the shadows
Hiding
from Gods light
Not
acknowledging his existence
Thinking
he was out of sight
He
thought he walked the road alone
Without
the Lord by his side
But
at the hour of his death
His
faith could no longer be denied
On
the darkness of this death
God
lights a light to show his way
Shining
his light of love
To
comfort those left in disarray
As
he walks in God’s light
Within
the sound of Heavens bells
God
illuminating his path
Now
he walks with the angels
Do not grieve for me
Do
not mourn my passing
Remember
me with a smile
Don’t
think of me as gone
Remember
what we had
Think
of our life like a favourite book
Do
not close it and put it on the shelf
Never
to be read again
Just
because you hate the ending
Start
to write the next chapter
Enjoy
it like all the others
And
don’t be sad
I
will be there with you always
I
will be there when the wildflowers
Dance
in the spring meadow
When
the summer breeze moves through
A
field of ripening wheat
When
the morning mist of autumn
Softens
the landscape
And
when the winter sun
Sparkles
and glints on the snow
And
I will be by your side
Through
your loneliest hours
I
will be there in the dawn
Rising
with the sun
You
will see me again
When
the sun sets at the days end
And
in the twilight hours
I
will be that gentle breeze
That
caress’s your cheek
On
a warm summer evening
And
I will be that tingle on your skin
As
you lie in the quiet hours
I
will be there when you retrace our steps
And
when you stand on the lake shore
My
reflection will not be on the water
By
I am still with you
When
you walk in the autumn
Through
the golden carpet
I
will be in the dancing leaves
And
when the snow lays
Though
I will leave no footprints
I
am there for these moments that were ours
I
will be there in the quietness of winter
Among
the falling snowflakes
I
will be in the dew drops
On
the grassy meadow
I
will be there in the warm sunlight
Of
a summer’s day
I
will be with you when the storm
Quickens
your heartbeat
And
you will feel me on your skin
And
in the April showers
Humanists and atheists
Refute God’s existence
But in all honesty
They mount a futile resistance
Because for all their vehement
Creation of fuss
The great lord God
Believes in them as well as us
John, in his boat one grey autumn day
Bobbing
on the lakes black water
His
heart gripped by blackness
As
he sobbed for the loss of his daughter
His
blood ran cold through his veins
As
he stared at the dark water there
Water
that would welcome him
And
end a life filled with despair
John’s
life was as empty as his heart
Now
his dear little girl was gone
That
sweet yellow haired angel
Without
her he just couldn’t go on
Then
calmness came upon the water
And
he became suddenly aware
He
was no longer alone in his boat
As
he stared at the dark water there
The
boat no longer bobbed on the lake
As
he turned to look behind him
He
saw God sitting in the stern
And
on the shore stood two Seraphim
God
sat with smiling countenance
His
hair white as artic snow
His
soft eyes just radiated love
And
he emitted a warming glow
John
stood silent before his god
As
the boat drifted towards the shore
And
the black despair which gripped him
Left
his body through every pore
Then
Gods eyes looked toward the land
To
where his brace of angels stood
And
John was moved to do the same
And
in that instant, he understood
For
stood between the angels
Was
his sweet yellow haired girl
Her
broken body once more whole
And
a hallow sat above her curls
Though
the heavenly father never spoke
John
understood the meaning clear
His
darling child made Cherubim was safe
And
his time was not yet near
Then
singing the songs of paradise
The
Seraphim both ascended high
While
his darling girl waved to him
And
ascended herself into the sky
John
turned towards the stern
As
the boat bobbed on the lake again
But
saw only an empty space
The
king had returned to his domain
John,
in his boat that grey autumn day
Bobbing
on the lakes black water
Now
felt at peace with himself
Though
he still grieved for his darling daughter
The
waters were not so black any more
And
love displaced despair in his heart
Though
he would always miss his angel
He
knew they would not always be apart
Wear your smile
Enjoy
Life
If
only for awhile
Enjoy
the moment
It’s
a special gift
That’s
heaven sent
Life
and death
Are
separated
By
a single breath
Then
more or less
In
an instant
Nothing-ness?
Then
the sight
At
the tunnels end
Of
heavens light
The Nine Worthies
Figures
of history?
Men
of scripture?
Men
steeped in myth or legend?
Any
or all might apply
But
these figures personified
The
chivalric ideals
Of
the medieval world.
Three
of the nine were pagans
Hector,
Prince of Troy,
Slain
by Achilles
Alexander
the great
Conqueror
of the world,
Julius
Caesar,
Founder
of a dynasty
Three
of the nine were Jewish
Joshua,
Apprentice of Moses
And
leader of the Israelites
David,
of the house of David,
Second
King of Israel
Judas
Maccabeus, leader
Of
the Maccabean
revolt
Three
of the nine were Christian
King
Arthur of Camelot,
Fair
and just
Charlemagne,
the first
Holy Roman Emperor
Godfrey
of Bouillon,
first ruler
Of the Kingdom of Jerusalem
These
nine worthies
Were
considered paragons
Of the ideals of chivalry
