The Spiritual Death
The body dies in so many ways,
its absence is mourned, them remembered
The kind of death that's visited
The Sleeping Soul,
Is one that for a long while,
Came to stay
It embraced her with its frigid arms,
killing her slowly on the inside
The death of her spirit
Her guide and his helper,
Angel and loved ones gather around
Her angel cries as he holds her,
Others pray for her
They try to catch her life force,
It's too much for their hands
Their voices ring out
Begging for her to open her eyes
They miss her,
She misses them
Her guide is everyone's foundation
He sends encouragement to her soul
Held her hand,
Called her name
She felt her life force slip away at times
Mostly though,
She felt nothing
All those around her continue to pray
Heaven begins to prepare her robe.
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