There's no necessity tor crying,
endless tears that
drop like mighty rain.
I have already passed the point
of existing in harmony
with the circle of health.
Better to cross over to the real world.
Leave the wringing of hands
to those who need to
advertise their melancholy.
Church bells ring, ponderous sounds
that champion the living
fabric of Holy Mother Church.
The true faith that guides its citizens
through the mess of the earth.
I celebrate with prayer.
I welcome the protection
of God in His ongoing love.
Crying does not revive the dead,
or bring solace to the dying.
Endless cups of wishes filled with
littered drops of gratitude.
Never ending liquids that wet the
dirt roads of ongoing traffic.
Follow me to my resting place.
Drop a flower on the ground.
If you must, cry.
Do so knowing
that the tears
are wasting
away and help
only the survivors.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
There's no necessity tor crying,
endless tears that
drop like mighty rain.
I have already passed the point
of existing in harmony
with the circle of health.
Better to cross over to the real world.
Leave the wringing of hands
to those who need to
advertise their melancholy.
Church bells ring, ponderous sounds
that champion the living
fabric of Holy Mother Church.
The true faith that guides its citizens
through the mess of the earth.
I celebrate with prayer.
I welcome the protection
of God in His ongoing love.
Crying does not revive the dead,
or bring solace to the dying.
Endless cups of wishes filled with
littered drops of gratitude.
Never ending liquids that wet the
dirt roads of ongoing traffic.
Follow me to my resting place.
Drop a flower on the ground.
If you must, cry.
Do so knowing
that the tears
are wasting
away and help
only the survivors.
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