The poet learns one thing of death,
That all are taken in the end.
The coward goes as does the brave;
For each there comes one final breath
To let the tired soul ascend
Before the body’s laid to rest.
This woman whom we mourn today
Has loved and feared, has laughed and cried;
One husband held, two children borne,
And gave to life her very best.
Beloved parents, siblings gone;
Rejoined now in happy death!
May all the laughter you have made
Provide the angels with a song
To mark the path your soul must tread.
We wish you well in heaven’s keep,
Commend you for your jokes and tears,
Hold your memory in our hearts.
Though for your passing we must weep;
That your pain has passed yet gives joy.
When you have reached a holy place
Pray, tell them there that you must wait
’Till joined by those who yet remain
And share with us that happy grace
Which must in fairness be your fate.

Copyright © 2000 by Kenneth Weene. All rights reserved.