Sandra

David Wakeling

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.

  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2024 06:21
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • TobaniNataiella

    A very touching read, thank you David

  • arqios

    Exquisitely crafted DW and dealing with the complexities of grief and transcending the pain of existence.

    • David Wakeling

      Thank you so much for your kind words

      • arqios

        Most welcome DW

      • Cassie58

        The death of a child is the hardest to endure. May her memory be a blessing on all who knew her. A very touching read. Hurts the heart and waters the eyes. Wonderful ink though David.

        • David Wakeling

          Thank you so much for you insight

        • Tony36

          Excellent write David

          • David Wakeling

            Thank you mi amigo

            • Tony36

              You're welcome

            • Goldfinch60

              Emotive words David.

              Andy

              • David Wakeling

                Yes indeed thanks for commenting



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