Stone floor,
My feet
Disturb breathless hush.
Before the altar
Painting of Christ
Near death.
No heads bowed
Prayerful,
Silent.

Clinging silence,
Nobody here
“Is it nothing to you
Who pass by?”
Love shall never
Die nor holy memory
Of those gone before

Going on,
From vast eternity
Aware of
You, darling Mum
Here in gathering
Night aware
You are free indeed.

Still, special friends,
Travelling companions
In life where vast
Love shall
Flower in unending light
Dear one, so close
In unending love.

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