‘Signum crucis’  Sign of the Cross times.

 

The pews are all empty, cassock hanging back of the door

The bible covers closed, no congregation to read it for

No hymns being sung, the cloisters deathly quite

Yet my minds in turmoil, my Soul’s running riot

 

The bells are all silent, no sermons proclaimed

No prayers being prayed, no candles aflame

Standing at the graveside the priest standing alone

No sinners to be saved, no one was attoned

 

Just a hole in the ground six feet by three

No one to give praise to God even thee

We all are in lock down alone with our greif

With just our faith to sustane us, wanes our beleif

 

No wake to celebrate the joy of your life

‘Covid’ has taken you, my dearest darling wife.

 

RIP

May 2020   

funeral ritesPoSignum crucisthe last goodbye

◄ Unmarked grave.

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