They are waiting in the twilight
-this I trust,-
beyond the Sun
Dew to wash away the sins
Lots wife could not let go of
Graces the path
softens the wrath
felt while Earth and body-bound

They are waiting
Smiling beckoning
Those I’ve loved
and lost for awhile

Never did they interfere
with my scattered footfalls
Grinning as I fussed and furored
over skinned knees
and a bruised heart

Life, too noisy
I seek their pulse
as the Sabbath
comes to call

2012 GC Cameron
For Those Who’s Funerals I Attended this Spring