Solace

Thy body sob in sickness and thou decay
Thy soul flowers in the sun the son of God's day
What we can't see, God sees with God's eyes
God picks thine flower thy earthly body dies.
In a garden behind God's golden gilt gate
Where thou breathe life and sweetly aerate
The realms of heaven with thy flower's breath
Where thou live forever and surpass death…

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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