Harrison Moore

A poem for those left behind

When dims the light of friendly face

and those behind are left to mourn

and bear the burden, fill the space

vacated by the trav’ler, torn

from their side by reaper’s scythe

and drawn to heaven’s gleaming shore;

help us remember, we who writhe

in pain of loss, that something more

lies past our moment of despair.

This mortal coil is a cage.

Death frees us to the air

of Yahweh’s freedom, through this age

of fear, the ransom of the cross

will bring us back to those we lost.



Harrison Moore

Harrison Moore

Independent Indiana filmmaker. Twitter @harrisonrmoore1 . Watch my films at https://vimeo.com/hrmoore