I write - XXXVII

I write
Of the people who God beckons
And without a murmur
They follow

I write
Of the people who get left behind
To pine for them and deal
With their sorrow

I write
Words of condolence
Knowing they can change nothing
But just be a balm

I write
Prayers that help them forget
Or at least remember, with some semblance
Of peace and calm.