Their hope was rich with immortality.
Slight their affliction , great their blessings.
I dread to be torn from this reality.
Soon something will cut these precious life strings.

So our going is no final disaster .
We are not facing annihilation.
To our end we run ever faster.
We will find peace not in retribution.

We are tested like gold in a furnace.
Accepted ourselves as a Holocaust.
In this we are truly one human race.
Eternally on cruel seas in vain tossed.

I pray this death will not be the final end.
But the beginning , and for me he will send.

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For mother ,father
I pray please be there for me
As you were in life

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See Wisdom 3 :1-9