The silent benediction

The silent benediction and the knell,
That greets the coffin bearers, hushed and slow.
The sacred intonation of farewell,
Whispers of the graces to be bestowed.
The incense gently permeates the air,
The congregation now begin to stand,
Recite the invocation and the prayer,
To call on Him to take him by the hand.
The soul is restless now to fly away,
To seek the ancient passage to the light,
And break the chains of anguish and decay,
To soar and wheel, enraptured in its flight.
The pews so silent now as by a spell
Awake, admonished by the closing bell.


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