In time
By jvriesema
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When your death closed the book on worn-out phrases
and descriptions of a life filled with theories of promise and hope,
somehow, mercifully, the sea found your soul ,
and gently entwined it with a ribbon of sand-pearls;
each pearl a smile in the history that was your life.
The ice that fell from the metaphors of your heart
turned anger and hatred into rainbows of light.
Predjudice fell from trees that bloomed along the dust-covered corridors of debate
when you walked into the room.
Your footfall silenced the meaningless words of academia.
The birds sang and the wind carried the words spoken at your funeral
to the arena of what we must all call "god".
Criticism fell silent as the sun chased the rain away;
the storms no longer touching your life.
Love was the judge,
not your peers.
Love is the essence of the mist that covers the sea.
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