This poem is by no means finished and can only be considered a draft, but it's all I have for today.
Funeral
Incense, organ music
and a quavering choir
welcome us
An olive skinned Jesus
hangs on a cross centred behind
a candlelit altar adorned with
vases of white blooms
Waiting,
the lyrics of
it’s a wonderful world
catch in my throat
Your final entrance
is celebrated with
a white draped procession
and Amazing Grace
Settled in place of honour
at the front of the church
fragments of coloured light
stream through stained glass arches
to adorn your coffin,
refracting the abundance of your love
on the mourners
Histories of grief
feed into a funnel of funerals
each one
wrenching open
wounds cauterized by time
Assuaging our grief
the tenor’s rendition of Ave Maria
infuses the Latin lyrics
with ethereal holiness
and unites us across time with all of the gone
Previous Poems
1. Easter Sunday Rumination on Eggs
2. Tulips
3. Untitled
4. Waiting
5. Truce
6. Thaumaturgy
7. Untitled dodoitsu
8. To Do List
9. Anniversary
10. Tribulation
11. Story Is Who We Are
12. Fears
13. Another Poem
14. Morning Headache
15. Love
16. Greg
17. Gift
18. Ceremony
19. Waiting
20. Storm
21. Ada22. Haiku
23. Haiku
24. things
with ethereal holiness
and unites us across time with all of the gone
Previous Poems
1. Easter Sunday Rumination on Eggs
2. Tulips
3. Untitled
4. Waiting
5. Truce
6. Thaumaturgy
7. Untitled dodoitsu
8. To Do List
9. Anniversary
10. Tribulation
11. Story Is Who We Are
12. Fears
13. Another Poem
14. Morning Headache
15. Love
16. Greg
17. Gift
18. Ceremony
19. Waiting
20. Storm
21. Ada22. Haiku
23. Haiku
24. things
It's a loving response to your time, Vicki. You've shown the beauty of this sad time, and the terribleness of it, too, with the thoughts of "funnel of funerals". Hugs to you for writing.
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