Dylan Prosser

Mother? Father? Why do you weep?

That returned body may rest, but my soul does not sleep.

I witnessed a flower draped figure lay in gentle repose.

Though, my homeward bound spirit long ago rose.

Mother? Father? Why do you weep?

In the Lord's hands, my immortal flame he does lovingly keep.

Swaddled now is that form by a drawn curtain of soil.

Though, my echo absconded from the manacles of Earthly suffering and toil.

Mother? Father? Why do you weep?

For my everlasting essence dwells amongst the pure and spotless sheep.

Thick are the scars engraved throughout the heart; etched by the grievous lash of sorrow.

Though, forbid these binding words depart; you will join me eternally, on your own concluding morrow.

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