The Master's Shoes

When darkness falls upon our lives...
And sorrow turns the days to nights..
When nothing will ever be the same...
Because of fickle fate's game...
When the good and innocent are lost...
Without a reason ... they are tossed...
When the stone is cast into a pond...
To ripple to and fro till dawn...
The only solice to be found...
When we lay our loved ones in the ground...
Is knowing that for every one that dies...
There is a bright new star in the sky.
From Heaven they came and to there they return...
Their memories in our minds.. will forever burn
And knowing this... that those sweet and true...
Will sit at the feet of the Master's shoes.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I created this poem after the recent Conneticut school tragedy.

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Adeyokun's picture

nice one

great one..