Far from the Church Bell Tower.....
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Far from the church bell tower,
 Dig his grave in a spiritual power,
On a green heap beside the cave;
 Lies a soul of beauty in a wave,
The nature silent, sea and sky alone,
And sunsets, Put a mossy stone,
For all the pain he had less suffered,
My friend, my creator, my beloved Dad,
George Maveli, a mindful, humble Man,
I am proud of you Dad, Without any expectations
You did many things, No returns; No revenues;
Turned down to zero balance Sheet; Life ledger
 Accounts tally both in principal and principle;
No interest accumulated; normal or compound
But, spiritual, in holy rain flowers of
Yesterdays, tear-filled faces of today
Mourning thick mists of love,
I saw while they had happily
Gathered in and around your epitaph;
 Kissing the gospels; your images;
So much love kept as in your balance sheet.
With immortal name and date, a wreath
And cluster of rose flowers to open breath
Then leave it free to winds that blow,
And patient mosses creeping; slow,
And wandering wings, and footsteps rare
Of human creature pausing over there.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Hi Mr. Maveli........this is another excellent write.......I love all the religious and spiritual undertone ...........great write.........your friend and admirer.....tony xx
Dear Tony Taylor,
Thanks for your appreciation of my above verse, Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Dear Poetess Cherie Sumner,
Thanks for your appreciation of my verse,
Carrying the Cross Of our small life, Jesus was strong, I resisted my ambitions, I repented on all my sins, A death gave me strength, I witnessed the last breathe of my beloved Dad. Everything went on well, My thanks and gratitude for your condolences messages,
The Gospel account begins with Jesus carrying a wooden cross to the place where he will be put to death. He is, apparently, a willing participant in his execution. There is no display of rage, no passive resistance, no lying down on the job. He bends his will as well as his back. He accedes to the propriety of what is a being done. As with most political prisoners, Jesus’ spirit is crushed before his body is broken. We all are survivors of fate or believers of God almighty, I just started close to my prayers as I learned more in life about death and birth, when death comes to us, we have to accept it and it is not a defeat it is a victory. My beloved Dad's death has increased my Godly faith and positive thoughts in life,
I am back to my writings, I missed so much from COSMO, but now back, Regards & Love
WILLY
A whole lotta love in those lines. Nice job Williamsji.
My sympathies to you and your family.
Dear Rob Barnett,
My thanks and love to you dear Poet, Thanks for your condolence message,
Love & Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI