Death

Today every death runs through my mind,
  I remember those I walked with,
Those who slipped through our hands,
  those who passed quietly having
Lived life to the fullest, those who are now
  at rest. Well done good and faithful.
We should have been more faithful to some,
  more attentive to others, more able to be
Beside and among their stories of faith, dreams,
  the love of a hand held, of just sitting.
Making the world stop to be there watching,
  waiting for the time to come. Anointing
Their hands, feet, body in precious oil because
  we are beloved by mothers, fathers, children.
This is the day we dwell at the door we cannot see.
  don't be afraid to cross and find loves whisper.