Long shadows cast by street lamp posts
This solitary night I ponder
Foreboding silence chills the bones
As your pain and sorrow I remember
A restless soul, a sad heart
Tenderness and warmth you so ached for
The shroud of cold and restless world
Made you yearn for the dreaded door.
Must your gentle heart be torn apart;
Must it come to this, O tender soul
But do accept, ’tis better far
Than swim another day of woe
So in the lonesome of the night
Consoled I am as I am sad
It did arrive, and at long last
The journey’s end you finally had
So sleep in peace, O gentle soul
Embrace the dark and ghastly Sheol.
Take pleasure for incessant slumber
Until the last day’s trumpet hollers.
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I wrote this piece as my gentle Aunt passed away. She had a somewhat difficult final days, which I thought she didn’t deserve to go through. But now she is resting in her Creator. God bless her soul.