Spirit Butterfly

Blow out the candles.

Her candles for the dead.

Shaking hands forever.

Greeting the mourners,

each in silence

carrying loss like a bomb.

This torn light

on a still afternoon.

Arranging the flowers,

must look perfect.

Let you weep with us

in the dark.

These are legal gatherings. 

They want to sing--

the call & answer.

Makes me think of family.

To pay respects.

To know what to 

do with my sorrow.

Even the children fell silent. 

The choice of hymns

to the open casket.

Promises & wishes.

Butterflies of the spirit

traveling to a

yet-to-be-discovered place.

Even if we believe 

in other magic,

I want dying to be like this. 

Reviews

[Chris]

If only it were... if only. Thoughtful.