Voices in wind

When voices become loud even in whispers,
When people close to us depart to a land afar,
Left behind with only pictures of memories,
And the moments shared become stories,
When physical presence is no more,
But still the spirit is never absent,
When one's heart is filled with solemn,
When all that one feels is pain,
Death comes when life ends,
Bringing a feeling of helplessness seeing someone lying breathless,
But it is always the will of Jah,
And it is through His grace that one is able to see and breath,
Tides are both constructive and destructive,
And for that being grateful to Jah is always necessary.

Double_O Franklyne.