The Graveyard!

 

T he graveyard is such an eerie quiet place

H aven't been here to visit in quite some time

E ach time I venture here I talk to you and I pray

 

G od give me the strength to face another day

R eaching down to clean off dead leaves and debris from your headstone

A few tears fall down my cheek as I stand back up and breathe in the

V ery crisp air of wintertime

E very fiber of my being tells me

Y ou are not here, not in this forsaken place

A nother realm perhaps another dimension

R eflecting on my beliefs that you are in a better world

D elivered by God's sweet salvation

Reviews

[AK]

My step-son is buried near our house in our small family graveyard. I visit every now and then just to talk with him. I know he hears and I am very much looking forward to meeting him.
He is in good company it seems.