This poem is dedicated to a friend of mine whose mother passed away from cancer yesterday, only weeks after her grandfather was murdered. This is also dedicated for anyone who has lost someone dear.
through the stable door
belongings do not matter
purer than before
a new Narnia
past all experiences
now in Aslan's hands
talking animals
along with sons of Adam
and daughters of Eve
it is peaceful there
brighter than old Narnia
more chaste than Spare – Oom
fear is not present
further up and further in
through the stable door.
If you wish to, review with the name of someone you have lost, and I will be sure to pray for their memory.