Being here isn't
always a long time
My love, I'll be with
you..and send you
presents from up
above..Scents of
jasmine, holy ochre'
resin from the treetop
leaves..Never leave me
falling to my bended
knees..Smoke rises
from the incense cantor
And so our prayers
rise into the air..
Your youthful flower
bloomed but once,
and so soon
your flower was
picked out from
many, God chose
to bring you home
And so I must
weep,tears of
mournful agony
To be comforted..
and do I question
this reality..why
must life entertwine
with death..forever to
be missed..Your name
will always be
on my lips..
By Rick Weber
October 21, 2011
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