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Death

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
 

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