Eulogy

A light rain washes the ground I tread upon.

The sky seems to cry in agony as it bleeds gray and procreates a moody haze above the horizon.

Women and men alike mourn as preacher's silently send off the dead.

Our dreaded eulogy.

But sermonizers only introduct the ethereal oration that is bellowed from the eternal Shangri-la.

The Great Architect sends his saintly soldiers to blast their trumpets and toot their horns to commemorate his martyrs.

When the soul leaves this shell of a body that trains and nurtures it for his grace,

the legions harvest the souls and announce their departure.

A departure that is interpreted as a forlorn farewell rather than the joyful celebration it was meant to be.

This heavenly eulogy serves as a foil to our earthly eulogy.

Time spent mourning and weeping is spent in celebration;

immortalizing mortal souls with songs of praise

Never confuse light rain as tears of pain for there is only joy when a lost soul becomes whole once more;

therefore, send a faithful farewell that introduces a new timelessness,

rather than one that essentially ushers in a new end