Lost Not Found Poem by Sandra Feldman
Lost Not Found
Lost
But never found,
Empty handed
I will leave
Life's sound.
Love,
A Swan,
So white, so deep
So pure!
It totally escaped
Immaculate, untouched,
Love's holy Ground.
Death makes a person empty handed. Every soul comes here empty and goes empty. All material possessions are temporary things. An amazing poem is well penned.10
swan the life the deepest soul the eternity fly up more deeply and cross the edge of destiny! ///
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The Bible says the truth about the dead: “Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped, And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD. “ [Job 1: 20-21] An exceptional and perceptive poem, dear Ma’am Sandra...10++