All Saints

The middle of the week saw All Souls and All Saints days, and last Saturday my poem looked forward to All Souls, this week backward to All Saints.

All Saints

Those we loved and see no more
Memories of sadness and delight
Remember them, this sacred night
As they went out through final door

Their lives, as ours, were dark and light
Like human race, in ancient lore
Those we loved and see no more
Memories of sadness and delight

Time made alive, the glad encore
Cast out all fear in candle light
And angels bless this sacred night
Departing ship, to distant shore
Those we loved and see no more