Somber notes
Permeate the air
In the likeness of trumpets
When a soul is being called
To rest
Gentle breezes
Soft as a fleeting kiss
Or perhaps too,
The rhythmic movement of angel wings
Seems so vividly present
Flowers are bent
as though in prayerful thought
So too the boughs of the trees
As their leaves curl upward toward the heavens
Seemingly cradling the soul, in its last journey
Rays from the sun
Stream down from the heavens
In guiding light
Beckoning to the newcomer
As billowy clouds part to clear the way
Somber notes
permeate the air
In the likeness of an angel’s harp
May the soul it calls out to
Receive and embrace it … welcoming it home, eternally
