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Travelling Light

Friday, November 20, 2015 10:47

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Travelling Light

The pace is slow, the scenery passes by, yet I can see it clearly

I think to myself of how I love this familiar place so dearly

The winter sun bathes the outline of bare trees, bereft of leaves

Heads were bowed in prayer, remembering as the heart grieves

I am snug and comfortable in the back of this huge black hearse

My eyes warm to the beauty of life, my heart beats a poetic verse

I am not alone in this journey, a very important person travels with me

I just celebrated his funeral rites in church with tones of solemn decree

We spoke lovingly of a father, a brother, a friend, a child of God’s own keeping

We were moved by the tributes, and in the hearing, we were left weeping

Now we are traveling light, all burdens lifted, moving to a final resting place

The pace is slow, the scenery passes by, we travel onwards, by God’s own grace.

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