In Death He LivesA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenFunny how we are so ill prepared for death.In Death He Lives The blow was cruel, bludgeoning you when already felled. I felt the theft of Uncle John tear the last flesh from you and I was too far away to hold your tears. Seventy-one years of love your heart bled with wet pain, cheeks soaked in the sad acidic sting of loss. The cloak of rage and disappointment pulled close across your breast as grief gripped your heart in such a cold and callous calling. But my Angel is not death our only truth, our one certain destination? Should we not cast-out dismay and disbelief and celebrate the long giving nature of your much beloved patriarch? 04/05/13 © 2013 John Alexander McFadyenReviews
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12 Reviews Added on May 4, 2013 Last Updated on May 5, 2013 Tags: Photograph: Summer Fields-John M AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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