A prayer: Amdist sacred ground,
I pray to thy whom lies amongst us.
May you rise up to the heavens above,
give your love and watch down on all.
Hold hands with those whom grieve
and erase the sorrow that lies within.
Encase happy memories with lace
and draw smiles upon our face.
May the Lord be with you always,
I'm well too tired to go into depth, but I did love this.
"Hold hands with those whom grieve
and erase the sorrow that lies within."
Wow. I may have misunderstood this, but for me the idea of the deceased holding hands with the people they are leaving behind is..wow. Powerful. I'm sure this could be taken in a different light, eg: The writer is comforting the people mourning. BUT I like my first thought. :)
The ending fits perfect with the title.
You ended it like a prayer and that added a little extra.
Atm this was the perfect poem for me.
Well doooonee :D