8.11.2016
all we go down to
the dust
yet even at the
grave
we make our song
Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia.
a plain plastic box
holds her remains
but not her soul
we spoke and prayed
the words for her today
and for us.
we all go down,
but singing
along the way.
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