Moss and Flowers - Ray Wylie Hubbard

Daylight coming up so soon

Mourn the loss of a quarter moon

Blackbird bares his blood torn wings

No solace here for he will bring

A lonesome death on frost bit leaves

Blessed moss and flowers for all who grieve

As winter pleads it’s fleeting end

At fall’s decay, returns again

The soul withdraws, the body stays

A stone shall lay upon the grave

A narrow cage without reprieve

Blessed moss and flowers for all who grieve

Stand in good stead as grace receives

Prayers for souls willing to believe

In thorns and nails between two thieves

Blessed moss and flowers for all who grieve

Darkness burning up at last

Redemption’s tears for misdeeds past

Flesh betrayed anoint still eyes

No breath here for we will lie

In darken ground till heaven retrieves

Blessed moss and flowers for all who grieve