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I have few tears for the dead,
for their souls have flown away,
each to its eternal land,
to the god, or God they chose,
or Who always held them in His hands;
Only gone from here,
as I, one day, will be,
they’re gone,
in the main,
to their self-determined fates.
But here survive the living
in their mourning, loss, and grief;
aching whether in their faith,
or in their unbelief,
still sad.
It’s only for all of those
that my sighing heartstring breaks.
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Alone in the Rockies.
Gloryteller 
Oct 04, 2014 @ 18:16:28
Let the dead bury the dead. I have mixed emotions about a saint that has gone home, first sadness that we will not speak until we are together then and later envy they are so happy they have forgotten me till then. For remembering I am still here could only bring them sorrow……..ron Really liked it and I hope you are well my fellow soul in flight…..
Oct 12, 2014 @ 17:02:37
Amen, compadre.