The Passing. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The soft rain touches my face,
as I remember our time together.
You are no more.
Your heart is free of this weight.
Fly to the skies.
Your spirit and body have been washed,
in the wisdom of your years.
The dust had been taken from your heart.

Does not love live in every soul?
Everything but love is momentary.
Everything fades and perishes.
Only love is eternal in this world of ours.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20221026