Through swaying trees we gaze upon
An evening crescent betwixt the sheaths
New beginnings, of soon to be leafs
Remembering our friend who has gone on
We shall all follow the path to the end
Routes that we take are different for each
Along the way we have goodness to teach
Until the day we join our dear friend
Too small to comprehend the necessity
We wonder now as upward we do stare
The grace of God we pray you do share
Immersed in His love for all eternity
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Author:
Theodore Zendarski (
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- Comment from author about the poem: While looking at the crescent moon one night I was thinking of friends who have sadly exited this existence of their own accord.
- Category: Religion
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