Epitaph For A Wayfaring Soul
Author: Mark Spencer
In life I strove to be a friend and neighbor.
I carried the burden of my ceaseless labor.
I held out both hands to my brothers in need.
While the wounds they inflicted continued to bleed.
Yet I did not hide, nor pull back my hand.
I asked for nothing, I never made a demand.
But now as I slumber, I make one request,
That you honor the soil in this place where I rest.
And rejoice in your heart for my soulís rebirth.
As the body I wore returns to the Earth.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie* (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, June 9 2004, 02:20 am|
WOW!! this was genuinely outstandin' brought out a lump in my throat along w/a few sighs from my heart, totaly soul embracin' i love readin' all your greatly inspired writin's...
|Tarna (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, June 10 2004, 12:59 am|
This would be a wonderful epitaph. Very nicely done Mark.. As usual your works leave me near speechless..
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