Love is the Light of the Word

If I am to die tomorrow
Do not cry for me in sorrow
For life and love
And a love of life
All to me were plain
As though through a blessing in my name.

Ferry me home my beloved
Across the channel of the void
Allow me my home in the halls of the dead
Remember me well in the tales that you tell
Allow me to rest in your head.

Know that I dwell not in heaven
Nor do I wallow in hell
I am here and now
Now and then
Within you lost without you.

Wishing that eyes of love shall not be forgotten in these dark times
Love is the light of the word.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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