Death
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The dead are strangely silent
Where they are is earth's old secret
"Through a glass darkly"
We view the "God-made perfect"
Imperfectly. |
The dead are strangely silent
Impervious to our cries
Our hopeless weeping
Grief itself a barier
To their new existence. |
The dead are strangely silent
They view dumb
Our suffering, unable to confort or transmit
Their continued existence. |
The dead are strangely silent
Going where, we know not.
Activities unknown
Yet still we view "God's perfect"
Imperfectly. |
Sarah Jane Davies
1981 |