Now They Are Free
Posted: Wednesday, March 04, 2009
by David Pekrul
"Some of my friends think my job is creepy, some think it is morbid, others don't know what to think. I love my job and feel it has value, which gives me a great sense of satisfaction."
Morbid, so morbid is what they would say,
After I tell them what I do each day,
Needful, so needful the things that I do,
Some keep on living while others are through.
Down in the ground where they're resting in peace,
Dignity, dignity as we observe,
Though life has ended, respect they deserve.
Silent, so silent, their voices are past,
No longer living, their futures are cast,
Energy, energy, showing the way,
Spirits are moving though bodies decay.
Rising, they're rising to meet God above,
There in Eternity showing His love,
Happy, so happy is how they will be,
Gone is life's bondage and now they are free.
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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)I had a friend who used to work for a mortuary and she just loved it. You could sense the fact that she wanted people's last viewing of their loved ones to be one of dignity. I just loved her for that. Linda DThanks for reading and commenting, Linda.This is my 'retirement job'. I spent 32 years in the travel and airline industry, but I actually wanted to do Funeral Service since I was 17 years old, but it just didn't happen. I'm sure glad I've found the time to do it now. I have a whole new outlook on life again.
Wonderfully done David my friend, I am as uaual, very pleased with you work, how wonderful it is, and so true. This more or less says it all doesn't it. I love the way the stanza flow, and the message it bestows, Well done my friend, well done....I will keep reading. Your friend in pen.......and fan.......GaryThanks, Gary.Who would have thought that this crazy job of mine would cause me to write so many poems about it.
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