Lost Souls

This weekend I will be lighting a candle for loved ones lost, but I got to thinking about those who die alone, no family, no one to mourn. Who will light a candle for them?

Lost Souls

All Souls night, last days of Fall,
Lighting a candle, an act to recall:
Friends and family that we mourn,
Gone far from us, to distant bourne,
That tears apart life, ends in grief,
Blown off in gales, as a fallen leaf,
Vast ages past, but lives so short;
At the Grey Havens, a final port,
Before the journey, across a sea,
Memories fade, by small degree:
But names remain, the love we felt,
When in harmony together dwelt;
Yet what of those unknown, apart:
They died unloved, alone of heart;
Lost souls, graveside once so bare:
Only Priest and undertaker there;
So sad, so sad, that such came to be:
No loved ones mourn, no family;
We will call of names yet unknown:
Light a candle, make them known;
Remember them, in this our way:
When at All Souls, we come to pray.