...Funeral Box...

This poem is from my book "Whispers of the Goddess" and on this gray rainy death like day, I saw it and thought it was time to share...



In the presence of Divinity
upon an altar
among flowers
and candles
and a crown of thorns
the smoke rises
frankincense and myrrh
smoke is swung
and hovers around
in patterns
Everyone is sanctified
and humbled
and united in death
in this building
in this church
in the urn
in the wooden box
of ashes or much later
bones and dust
we are all eventually
reduced to these
and lay someplace
upon this earth
memories fading
the pictures in their frames
grow dim as well
where will you go
I will be able to find you
in that darkness
surrounded by light


Whispers of the Goddess by Carole Anzolletti

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Carole Anzolletti 5 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

Dd...thank you so much...it's one place we all must come to terms with and I couldn't let that poem just ring around in my head...

Miss jkim, thank you as well, I am so glad you like it! :)


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miss_jkim 5 years ago

I like this very much. Beautiful and well written.


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Ddraigcoch 5 years ago from UK

Serene poem there Carol. The one thing that stood out was everyone is humbled in death. x


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Carole Anzolletti 5 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

thank you lavender3957 :)


lavender3957 5 years ago

Beautiful.

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