Minus Hodie Lux

pall and thurible

We are underneath that pall with you today

Like the great grey scarf the sky pulls round its neck

We earthen vessels gather in this place

And look now upon the broken jar that days ago was you.

Our fears and prayers like smoke from the thurible rise

We plead to Him and to each other words for you

Lighting candles; mostly from our darkness

We do not know the light that now you do

In hushed supplications as people steeped in fear

We dare not wake the darkness lest it come for us

We pray to Him and question every line

Do You hear me; for I do not know if I hear You.

At final hymn, we turn to leave this place

But not before entreating Heaven open doors to you

We sing more for ourselves than for your soul

For we still run before what, we do not know

We put your broken jar into the earth

A pall of clay and sod enfolds you now

We place our tears  where last we laid you

And wait… who is next… when is our hour?

Published by Dis-coarse

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