Your place of resting is not far

In books a tale of open hearted
Dear departed, never time for
Dawn runs around the world
Bed is but a shadow
Your place of rest waits
With the eternal patience
Of conviction, 
            surety,
                         Knowing

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I’ll count this for my poem today, though it doesn’t fit the prompt.

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