Mozzthe1

Their duty done

 

And the dark clouds
          Above
Let fall their rain

And soaked all below,
As if to help, disguise
         Their pain

The silent throng
         Did bow,
In deep respect,

And with shoulders
       Stooped
And faces grim
      All slowly
Followed draped casket in.

    Casket adorned
In flag, hat and gloves
   Family and friends
Huddled together as if
           Trtle doves.

The pain on their faces
         plain to see
      A few I am sure
             Thinking
But for the grace of god
               Go me

 A Sermon is read
All eulogies spoken
     But only those
        With a heart
That has completely broken,

       Can really feel
The burning pain and the deep despair, 
       When their eyes fall upon
          Oak casket lying there

And with love and memories
  Rolling down their cheeks
      The almighty above
        Decides to speak

And as the speaker within
          Asks all to pray
The dark storm outside
        Has the final say

    The thunder’ roars
And then a lightning flash
As if the angels above 
Are unlocking the heavenly gates 
     And removing
         Its latchs.