BEREAVED

Now at Autumn’s beauty rising
Colours vibrantly are tossed.
Should our tears be so surprising
When we feel bereaved and lost?

Gold leaves express death, but glory
Showing life amidst decay.
We are part of Nature’s story
As we journey on our way.

We may turn to priests for comfort
To read the scriptures that are left,
If we cannot read the bible
When of friends we are bereft.

Church is still a place to listen,
Guiding, teaching, giving strength,
Lending structure to Christ’s mission
As we travel through life’s length.

From two thousand years of history
Love’s perfection
Shining through.
May Christ’s holy resurrection
Illuminate all that we do

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s