( WHEN YOU GET THERE
)
Departed Comrade
Departed comrade!
Thou, redeemed from pain
Shall sleep the sleep that kings desire in vain:
Not thine, the sense of loss
But lo, for us the void
That never shall be filled again.
Not thine, but ours the grief.
All pain is fled from thee.
And we are weeping in thy stead;
Tears for the mourners who are left behind
Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
Feel
no guilt in laughter, he’d know how much you care.
Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to
share.
You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to.
He’d hope that you could carry on the way you
always do.
So, talk about the good times and the way you
showed you cared,
The days you spent together, all the happiness
you shared.
Let memories surround you, a word someone may
say
Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day,
That brings him back as clearly as though he
were still here,
And fills you with the feeling that he is always
near.
For if you keep those moments, you will never be
apart
And he will live forever locked safely within
your heart.
Last Flight
Oh!
I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling
mirth
Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and
swung
High in the sunlit silence. Soaring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My spirit through the footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy
grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
This high 'untrespassed' sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of the gods.
Dedicated to someone who 'passed over' a few hours earlier...