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Movement of the Saints
In their minds they bear the loss,
silently written in their hearts
Boldly written the loss.
What else can they say?
After all they have,
all that seemed right
they still cannot behold
that which Life could not uphold
It is in their place to cry,
Tears for tears every passing day
for that which they adore is no more
So heavily wounded they are.
The journey has began,
In a white silk, he moves.
With his feet off the Earth he goes.
In a peacful acceleration.
For you deeds will open the way
As the hearts weep here on earth,
your soul will dwell peacfully in Heaven.
Movement into his Glory.
May your soul rest in perfect peace
poem
by
Jackson Nyoho
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