God walks into a room
and serenity consumes the aura.
Grief, tragedy, and trauma
all take a back seat
to the peace within
such a Holy place.

Souls cry and mourn
for the soul going home,
yet their tears are for joy
to know a loved one
will never ache again.

A body is carried.
The procession is performed.
The earth becomes a bed.
For God has made room
within the grass.

God walks into a room
and serenity consumes the aura.
A life breathes a first breath,
begins a journey for death,
and yet a purpose will be fulfilled.

9-11-98 Friday
written by Gail Brookshire