Some lives sing out with boundless joy and mirth.
Some lives cry out with pain, yet never fear,
For each and every life must leave the Earth.
In that leave-taking, dwells an emptiness,
Surrounded by aggrieved cacophony -
A wall of memories and loneliness,
Abyssal-deep and wide as any sea.
In all the shouts and songs and anguished cries,
In all the memories and stories old,
In all the tears and all the empty eyes -
A life, a whisper and a song, are told
In solemn prayers to Spirit, Father, Son.
A life, a song, a whisper, has passed on.
Mick McKellar
October 2024
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