how short
these ties of earthly woe
how pure
the angels sing
where lies the truth
of all our days –
alive in everything

in those we knew
with those we loved –
how bless’ed they must be
to walk beyond
the tell of grace –
for all eternity

what stirs in hope
beyond the veil
when breath
is sealed away –
a name in sorrow
spoken –
yet worries not
the grave

became of each
ten thousand more
returned to claim the sun
remembered sweet
our passing –
of moments spent
as one

. . .

Author’s Note:  Still….a word I love……I feel.  I’ve written other pieces
and adorned this same name.  It is a truth that cannot be argued, an
understanding, a promise, a way……..  Still.