A poem dedicated to my Grandfather, who died last Thursday, 11 January 2018. He was born on 2 August 1928.
How many whispered Aves did he pray
Each begging for thy presence in this hour?
Remember, O Most Gracious Virgin, they
That cry to thee as Death begins to lour.
Immortal Mother of uncounted Sons,
Most fair in all the line of Abraham,
Lead Robert where the mighty river runs
And bathe him in the waters of the Lamb.
Praise the Lord Jerusalem. Zion praise
Your God. For Death has lost her victory,
Yes Death has lost her sting. Unending days
Of Joy have dawned to set creation free.
Rejoice! Exult! Sing praise to God on high.
Rejoice! Rejoice! For Death deals double gain.
The pure, unbounded peace of those who die
Is shared in love with those who yet remain.