Writing in Snow

Epitaph of a Mystic Poet

No longer a slave to matters strife,
My soul sits under the Tree of Life,
Composing odes to God’s Glory,
And recounting faith’s transformative story.

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Form: Epitaph, a brief poem inscribed on a tombstone praising the departed, this poem usually rhymes. This comes from the Greek and means “upon the tomb”