Rebirth

We recently lost a young friend of our daughters' in a car accident and attended the funeral a couple of weeks ago. This weekend, we visited the grave-site and I was deeply affected by the decay around the grave and reflected on how the young lad might be living. Its nowhere near perfect, needs a lot of work - but hey! feel free to read and review

Rebirth

Fresh shoots, new grass, yet decay surrounds
A precise pit, defined by gleaming marble.
Flowers once stood so proud, announcing life below
Now death proclaims its presence, above and beneath

Crisp and new, among remembrance’s brittle twigs -
A fresh card sheathed between the stones.
Life passed by perhaps moments ago, perhaps a while
Ground just turned now sprouts afresh, above and beneath.

Times past, weeks gone by, and memory still sears
Life taken, cruel, sudden, in a moment of celebration.
Disintegrating leaves, discarded plants, and decaying bones
Amid the mornings’ mist, nothing else remains– new birth has begun.

Fresh shoots, new blooms – no stain remains,
This place now dead, devoid, denuded, has no room for you
You’re beyond this time, past all corruption and decline
Renewal, renaissance; the promises are yours –time for all to begin anew.