On Grief of a Brother's Passing
They buried him in the cold, cold ground.
His warm, warm heart joins to the earth.
A penny's worth of carnal flesh
From dirt to dirt.
And I am only empty now
Somehow I wonder had it been
That he lived on in earthly plane
My brother and my friend.
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Some will talk of his rebirth
Repetitious lives on earth
With lauds of love and joy and mirth.
But I am only empty now
Somehow I wonder had it been
That he'd lived on in earthly plane
My brother and my friend.
He chose to go upon the wind
And as I gaze and talk with him,
I brim with hope; I clearly see
That somehow, somewhere we will be
Brother-friends eternally.
But I am only empty now
Somehow I wonder had it been
That he'd lived on in earthly plane
My brother and my friend.
John Dull 2009