Because we love

The sombre suites and quiet voices greet

The friends and family member we've not seen

For many years, and would not now have been

Together, but that he had died last week.

Gentle recollections of a man-

His endless jokes, his warmth, his quiet care-

Permeate the church, till I'm aware

That something has surpassed the grief, which can

Seem all pervasive, to overcome the tears

Which have been shed and will be shed again

For all who sit here, though we know not when

That day will come, in the ensuing years.

             For Love transcendent, close as hand in glove,

            Knows Grief only exists because we love. 

Brian Hick 28.11.08

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