By Andrew R. Duckworth
The sun rises in the east-
Clear, orange glow.
My father rests now,
Virtuous and honorable,
A life lived of service,
His soul among the saints.
The sun rests overhead-
Clear, sea of blue vastness.
Life never truly ends.
It transitions from harshness
To extraordinary and unimaginable,
Over great chasms, beyond the veil.
The sun sets in the west-
Clear, orange glow.
Even in the darkness
There is something to gain,
A moment of reflection in despair
That leads back to the lit path.
Nightfall-
Sea of diamonds against nothing.
Someday I will rest.
My shell will be broken
And I will flee the pieces,
Realizing they only held me back.
The sun rises in the east-
Clear, orange glow,
Glorious new day.
Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 