Grace

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Death, its such a commonplace

A simple thing, a fact of life

Of fading away into the dust

And just like birth

A daily occurrence

But oh, it is the letting go

That farewell word

And promise of eternal love

Those loved ones trembling on the brink

So many years, the missing fears

The hand that falters, the last breath sighing

And goodbye lingering on the air

As heaven wide opens that shining light

Living oblivion welcomes the whole

Soothes the spirit

Confounds the body

Dissolves its weight

Peace reigns supreme

The Host enfolds the questing soul

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