Rebirth Poem by William Mowell

Rebirth



An empty box
A wooden cross
In the Lords arms
The world has lost

Missing in action
But everyone knows
The body lost forever
But to heaven he goes

The father of two
Husband and employee
Off the road his car goes
His body is lost to the sea

Friends in death
Strangers on Earth
Death is not the end
Only a rebirth

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William Mowell

William Mowell

West Palm Beach, FL
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