The Earth weeps silently <br />when the soul is laid out <br />among the bed of flowers <br />that grow somberly along the stone wall <br />of the garden, <br />and people enter <br />spilling tears across the <br />path, disturbing the peace <br />of the flower bed, but <br />the Earth does not weep <br />like the people do, for <br />people shed tears of memories <br />lost, and accusations better left unsaid, <br />while the Earth cries in joy <br />at the wonderful addition of <br />a new mantlepiece. An eternity <br />spent shining down upon <br />those still walking <br />through the garden, <br />those who have yet to <br />stop and rest. <br />Only in sleep does <br />the worried soul find <br />solace.<br /><br />Chester Whitfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-3/
