Elegy For A Drowned Child Poem by David Wood
Elegy For A Drowned Child
When Death’s pale decaying fingers
Have caressed the face of beauty and lingers
For a moment to gaze on that face so pure
The innocence of the young there’s no demur
Death has no concept of age no mind to dwell
On pity or the consequences of those who fell
They rest now in Heaven’s immortal light
Where Angels shine in vestments bright
Where He who makes all things whole
Sends Glory to surround their soul
I think we are on the same page - effective and well written.
'They rest now in Heaven’s immortal light Where Angels shine in vestments bright'..... Melancholy. A beauty of supper composition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/17/2024 6:31:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes! He just takes us to His Light that He hides the whole life from our body's eyes!