Three Gravestones
Kneeling in front of three gravestones on the hill.
Not a whisper from the trees
everything was still.
I felt sadness in my heart
an empty kind of pain.
Three souls had gone away
only memories remained.
I tried to cry out to ease my grief.
Lifted my hands to heaven
prayed God's relief.
Not a sound or a word
emptiness abounds.
My sorrow overcoming
I began to drown.
Such bitter suffocation
I wish someone could hear.
Why we let this happen?
In my dream nothing was clear.
I shook my fist to heaven
begged for reasons why.
But only silence spoke
offering no reply.
No sound came from my lips
even as I screamed.
I prayed it is just a nightmare
an awful kind of dream.
Then I heard angel
beckoning from above...
"The world is reaping hatred
because the world is not sowing love.
You should embrace each other's differences
no matter what they may be.
Enlighten each other
with the hope of peace and unity."

The angel ended with a sigh
gazing down at three gravestones
of three souls who said goodbye.
The heavens opened up
the angel giving way
up to the gates of heaven.
Amazing grace began to play.
As he left this earthly realm
the angel was downhearted looking
at three gravestones on the hill
A soft rain began falling
but no cloud was in the sky.
A soft voice whispered to me
"This is how angels cry."


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