Never Forgotten

When a beautiful soul is quickly ripped from this plane of existence
We can do nothing but weep, pray, mourn, and hope we are being looked down upon
Belief that beyond our rudimentary universe there is a gorgeous creation
In which our loved ones who have passed away can live again on the far side of our earthly concern

We trust that any suffering they seasoned while among us is relieved from them
And more so they are again in company of their beloved who were taken away
We desire them to once again be youthful and full of energy, forever young
Able to enjoy whatever brought a smile to their face while living beside us

I refuse to accept a reality in which everything is created so haphazardly and random
For I see and can realize the stunning beauty that surrounds me in all directions
And of course the horror of watching someone so cherished ripped from my grasp
So suddenly that I curse the heavens in spite and anger...and beyond that confusion

But soon enough my chaotic emotions dwindle to acceptance and the aforementioned hope
Hope and remembrance of the joy they brought us whenever in their presence
The honoring of the life they lived, their accomplishments and triumphs
And never forgetting the simple fact that even though physically they're not here

They will always stand beside us in spirit as long as our love stays always true