songs on the way – August 11


all we go down to

the dust

yet even at the


we make our song

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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