This world will always live with pain,
The Sun is now a little colder,
God will always hide his face in shame,
The frozen men will always laugh,
And forever God will be less than God.
Within her gentle smile and her trusting heart,
Was all the hope that this dark world could make,
A tender candle flame is put out.
A caged spirit is free.
The clashing dark clouds of grief are nothing,
For there is Joy knowing,
That this gentle child,
This Angel,
Has risen above this nothingness.
Perhaps in some far distant time,
When men hear Sandra's story,
And look into their souls,
Perhaps they will shed a tear
For the passing of tenderness,
And the death of beauty.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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- Published: June 29th, 2023 03:06
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
Comments2
Beautiful loving words David.
Andy
Thank you.Sandra was a nurse who was working night shift when two men came in and attacked and brutally murdered her.She was a good friend of mine.Her mother read my poem at the funeral.it was the greatest compliment i have ever had and the saddest time in my life.Thank you for your kind words
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