what a recondite day for a funeral
the sky the colour of wind
with it’s abstruse way of connecting
and a restless need to rescind
the boundaries of pre-conceived notions
that death is a part of life –
we weren’t created to be separated
I’ll never stop thinking we’re rife
with the agonies of dimensional distance
cunning, convoluted and cruel.
I thank God for blessed reunions
and perfuming the stench of death’s fuel.
(I’ve posted this beautiful song at Christmas, but then stumbled onto this arrangement. I love it.)