MESSAGE IN THE BREEZE I & II

MESSAGE IN THE BREEZE I
The mourners at the other side,
Racked with tears but dressed in white;
Kneel before the large, gold cross-
Before the tomb, and on the moss.
Their human eyes can’t see beyond;
Can’t see the two gazing them upon.
One with large wings and a golden harp,
The other with a sad smile- the departed chap.
The latter stretches an arm wistfully,
Wishing to relieve them of their agony;
But alas, he can only hope they believe on the Cross;
For his time is up, though with no loss.
The angel gives a gentle nod:
It’s time to go on to his Lord.
He blows them one last gentle kiss:
To them, it was just another breeze.


MESSAGE IN THE BREEZE II
The mourners at the other side
Tremble with shock and grief and fright.
A sorrowful picture of uncertainty,
They reel at death so untimely.
They wonder where their loved one is:
They dream of clouds and harps and bliss.
They can’t see the two over yonder;
Can’t hear the desperate cries getting louder.
They sing hymns of comfort and hope in strife;
Hymns he never sang when he was alive.
He pleads once more with the dark figure
For one last chance to warn his brother.
The shadow only laughs and grips him harder,
Impatient to send him to the fire.
He screams as it drags him over the hill:
The mourners tighten their coats
Against the sudden chill.