As the sun descends and the sky grows dark,
A final journey is about to embark.
A tearful farewell to the flesh and blood,
Which now rests alone in the dirt and mud.
Mourning your loss we hold each other tight,
And prepare to send you into the night.
A new beginning for the soul to take,
We light a light for the skies to awake.
This lantern, our beacon, of hope and love,
We release at night to the skies above.
As the lantern ascends our spirits soar,
Praying soon it will knock on heaven's door.
We clutch our hearts saying one last goodbye,
As the lantern dances in the night sky.
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Janis Masyk-Jackson
I published my first article when I was 10 years old and I've been writing ever since. I'm a mom to 4 grown kids and I love traveling, animals, the paranormal and I'm a huge Disney fan.
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This lantern our beacon of hope and love. Absolutely beautiful Janis. Nicely done!!
Well-wrought! A floating light is an apt metaphor for the ideal release and ascension of the spirit.
I'm going to echo everyone else. The rhymes are fantastic and the flow of the poem feels very natural. It's such an easy and delightful read! Great job!
Love the comforting rhythm, of this. Beautifully written.
You have some great rhymes here, Janis! Very touching poem.
I like how this is centered around traditions. Releasing the lantern into the sky. 'We light a light for the sky to awake.' I really love this line. It suggest the yearning for something to be reached. 'Praying soon it will knock on heavens door' a very sincere line. It flows to the rhythm of the poem very well. Love the imagery in the last line. Fantastic work, Janis 🤗❤️🖤
Really tender poem about letting go but with a heavy heart.
This is so touching and graceful. You captured both the sorrow and the beauty of letting go so tenderly. 🌙✨