LIVING WE TRY - DYING WE MUST

“Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

Living we try – dying we must”.

Digging the soil with trowel in hand

Humbles and beckons me,

As only death can.

I am honored to perform this basic task.

I do not need distractive thoughts,

anxiety, philosophy or dread.

It is a simple and pure action to undertake.

I am grateful – saddened and awed by this friend’s passing.

His gentle kindness has filled my heart,

No greater gift from another brother.

I have returned in kind with his grave.

As feelings come and flow,

I seek to understand the spirit’s home.

And, in the seeking – I am listening.