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Farewell to Friends

Dust to Dust

We wend our way to the village spire
To quietly say farewell
We mix emotions of grief and ire
Of a loss to nature's knell
 
We rue the loss of someone dear
We're sad that life must end
They leave us still with death to fear
But with life's joys and tears to tend
 
They lived so well, and death's not vile
The comfort words preferred
The men in hard white collars smile
And say glory's now conferred
 
On whom, we ask does glory rest
To die's a fearful thing
No psalm makes death a favor blessed
Despite the words that ring
 
Of hollow comfort, shallow joy
As if in loss we gain
A loved one, sister, mother lost
Not ere to love again
 
Why can we not feel human rage
Be angry when our fellows die
Exhaust our sorrow and write the page
That asks this God, "Say why!"
 
© 2005 Barrie P. Richardson