My flag is at half mast
I ripped my garment for thee
My ashen face is downcast
And several doves have been released
Sixty seconds to respect
Much less seconds to be born
And a lifetime to reflect
On life for which to mourn
The bells, they toll for thee
And the rain allays the ground
The earth invites you back
From whence you first were found
My flag is still at half mast
It’s due my time to grieve
While not preventing living.
A moment of silence for thee.
eterne says:
The whole of creation
moaning for Redemption.
grace power wisdom
blood revelation deliverance
authority sealed sacrifice
In the circle of the King’s Reign.
beautiful Kenn.
Thank-you.