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* ( -- 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 ( -- Thursday, June 10 2004, 12:59 am

Great Work!

This would be a wonderful epitaph. Very nicely done Mark.. As usual your works leave me near speechless..
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