HAPPINESS

              HAPPINESS

(WORDS FOR OUR FALLEN BROTHER,MATONKS ;FUNERAL)

 

Happiness is a place where smiles are conceived

It feeds the soul with manna

In a manner of sweet contempt.

Happiness breeds thankfulness

As friendships are pleasantly weaved together

In gladness and not sadness.

Happiness lies in the hands of time

Until it is set free into the joys of eternity.

 

And when Giants fall

To nature’s divine call

A profound sound resounds

For those of us who are left smiling

In the fullness of the memories they left

We stand

Our hearts bellowing in gratitude

As they are laid to rest.

And rest is the gift only given

By the hand of divinity

And so to divinity they have returned.

Therefore our smiles are conceived

As we are fed with manna

In a manner of sweet contempt.

Partaking in the bread of thankfulness

For by your friendship

We are weaved together

In gladness and not in sadness.

 

There’s a voice that inspires comfort

The voice of our memories…

A voice that says “My heart is always with you”

It’s the triumphant voice

Of the Giants we lay to rest.

And rest is the gift only given

By the hand of divinity.

So back to divinity

They have returned. . .

And we are happy. . .As they were with us. . .