When Cometh Time


When cometh time, that I am dead

Lookest not for my earthly grave

To tread the mound o’er fallen head

Shed the tears thou wouldst not save

For tis not there, my spirit lie

I am the wind that passes by


Nary a stone will marketh lot

Whenst my time has ticked its last

Nor daisies resting, where I am not

With thou sorrow and sadness cast

Soul unbound in deathly call

I am the rains that lightly fall


Seek me not in hallowed spaces

Hold still the words that cometh late

Find me in the common places

Should final rest behold fatal fate

Ne’er the grave will e’er be mine

I am the sun that doeth bright shine


If thoust look, I can be found

And all the love I have for thee

Will not live, if laid to ground

In death it finds its liberty

You can always find me there

I am in every breath of air


19 Responses to “When Cometh Time”
  1. This made my eyes tear up but not in a necessarily bad way. The words are eloquent and a true meaning of how those we love are with us always, just not in body form. I hope you will remember these words when my time on earth has passed.

  2. Reblogged this on Ramblings and Ruminations and commented:
    No additional words from me needed…

  3. I love this👏👏

  4. beth says:

    never far away

  5. K.L. Hale says:

    This is absolutely beautiful, Brad. You’re all around. Your language choice? Divine like you. Sending love and hugs. 💛❤️🤗😘

  6. kristianw84 says:

    This is beautiful, my friend! The physical shell might be hone, but their energy remains.

  7. A great poem…I am the wind, I am the rain, I am breath…splendid! Smashing good my friend!

  8. jonicaggiano says:

    What a beautiful way to describe the spirit. I love the title also. Just a smashing great piece Brad. Love Jonikins ❤️🤗

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