Its cold embrace
02.26.07 (8:07 am) [edit]
Its cold embrace
The red clay piled high,
Soon to be returned to it proper place,
The six foot deep hole now empty
Longing once again to be filled with the sweet earth,
Welcoming also the body,
Now lifeless,
Into its cold embrace,
Enfolding in its final sleep
Accompanied by the prayers of those present,
Family,
Friends,
Community and priest,
Those who for a time face their own mortality.