In memory of my Late Brother who passed through the veil on Feb. 9,2008
Like the cotton
At the entrance of the inn
Which blows in the direction of the wind
Or opens when anything
Made from something
Touches it at no specific timing
But unlike the cotton
Nothing can open the veil thing
Less it is it's time of opening
For the man passing
From this lowering
To the great beyond for resting
Where the angels are praising
And the host of heaven are adoring
Without resting
Adieu, brother in the days of need
For you are missing
In the time of finding
Our heart is lacking
Because of your loving
As we have the hope of seeing
In the place where there is no wanting
Poetry by Okuola Paul Abiola
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Written on 2011-02-08 at 12:51
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The Veil
The veil is thinLike the cotton
At the entrance of the inn
Which blows in the direction of the wind
Or opens when anything
Made from something
Touches it at no specific timing
But unlike the cotton
Nothing can open the veil thing
Less it is it's time of opening
For the man passing
From this lowering
To the great beyond for resting
Where the angels are praising
And the host of heaven are adoring
Without resting
Adieu, brother in the days of need
For you are missing
In the time of finding
Our heart is lacking
Because of your loving
As we have the hope of seeing
In the place where there is no wanting
Poetry by Okuola Paul Abiola
Read 533 times
Written on 2011-02-08 at 12:51
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