Tempest

And as I lay there dying the most glorious voice spoke to me
It said, "We hope that you enjoyed your time in heaven,
That it you did not fritter it away
On shiny things and puppet strings while waiting for this day
Grieve now, weep now little one, there is no hiding here
Nor bells that ring or angel wings and all that Christmas cheer

--Flash--

Faces on the water
Faces you have known
The Tempest of Forgiveness takes each in turn
And reveals the harvest you have sown

Sprinkled tears of Sorrow
And sprinkled tears of Joy
Like one forgiven and forgotten join the stream that rushes by
No linear progression,
No reason to the rhyme
No individuality withstands the flow of time