I will turn their mourning into joy.
I will console them, give gladness for grief.
Purity can be found in the merest alloy.
Loneliness can turn into relief.

Thirty seven years of marriage to our credit.
A decision with no regret.
It is not I who have any merit.
To this kindest of women I am in debt.

If love is cut short.
And death claims its due.
Is there anything left to court.
Only the memories we knew.

Does beyond lie the emptiness of annihilation.
Or we dearly hope, reunion.

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Marriage does end
Death will always take its due
For reunion

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See Jeremiah 31: 10-12, 13