• geekish_thoughts 10w

    A repository for souls

    The sound of kettles and bowls
    And the chatter of people,
    A body lay lifeless
    Unaware of its environment
    Being washed and shrouded
    Prepared for its final abode
    Knowing where its faith lays
    Wishing to give glad tidings to its solemn family
    Or to warn them of an impending doom
    To remind them of a day, when they'd leave
    The land of the living to a place of certainty
    Leaving the vessel behind, for it was just a repository