Epitaphs

Poetry is found everywhere. 

It shows the emotions of the heart. 

No where is more keenly felt than at death.  

Here are two very poignant poems, 

written by 

Zachoia Cooper 

(age 17)

Home

Do I miss the silvery oak 

Or the flower’s efflorescence?

The river’s spry flowing

The quartz’s soft glowing?

No. 

Because the moment I woke

In heaven, I saw the quintessence

Of beauty: knowing 

my Savior when I saw his face.

Do I miss the swaying stars, 

The radiance of the sun

At precisely noon,

The curved, sharp white moon?

No.

Adorned with nail-shaped scars

Jesus Christ, God’s risen Son

Who’ll return to earth soon,

Lights heaven with his grace.

And you. 

Do I miss you? The many days

We’d laugh and talk and feel

The specialness of a bond

That always held strong?

No.

Though paused, in many ways

Our state of friendship is ideal

We'll share heaven's celestial song.

Our true home is this place.

Baby

A Short Life Still Leaves 

Enduring Mourning

(Assignment for Lesson # 20 - Poetry Lessons, Epitaphs)


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