The passing

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    • slimgrady
    • Hello fellow poets. I am originally from a very small very remote town in the woods of northern Maine.The town had a population of 560 souls.I was brought up( in what some would consider to be) abject poverty.If I was I never knew it. Simply due to the fact that everyone around me was in the same "boat".I have been writing from my teens. I enjoy the woods to this day. I hunt fish and hike whenever possible.And through the years I've learned that there is a God and that I'm not it. "SLIM"

    The passing

    Now this etherel shell I yield
    To lie in deaths repose
    Free at last from the yolkof sublunary woes.

    Shroud your grief unto me
    in tranquil muse of grace
    For is not death mans panacea?
    Gods first true embrace?

    Our lives are but brief sojourns.
    Unlike our souls eternal
    This our passage long since writ
    In Gods most sacred journal.

    Hence I depart in lasting peace
    no lull or trepidation
    And leave behind only this,
    My love and adoration.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    slimgrady’s Poems (19)

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    A Winter's Eve 2
    A poets heart 3
    Adrift 0
    Through innocent eye's 1
    "Don't want to leave" 1
    Indifferent love 1
    Sweet gental one 0
    WHO 2
    mousy mouse 5
    the Miracles 2
    Freedom from self 2
    Season's pass 1
    Meadow flowers 2
    Another Day 1
    The passing 0
    Faithless soul 2
    Grampie's little boy 1
    I have heard 1
    Nature of the Beast 2