Sunday, November 15, 2020

Her Brief Candle - poem

 

Her Brief Candle

 

“Do we all holy rites…”

 

-Henry V, IV.viii.118

 

Her candle was too brief

 

But she was here

And she gave us joy

 

Conventionalities are no good now:

We are all stricken in the loss of a child

A happy child, in whom we are forever blessed

Today and forever, in happy remembrance

 

But still, it hurts

She’s not here now

 

Are we asking too much

That she should be?

 

No

 

Because if she were here

She would give meaning to our feeble words

 

“Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and make perpetual Light to shine upon her.”

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