A fairer Realm it was, no birth or death
And all God’s Power and Beauty and Delight.
Forsaking these he came once more to earth
Beloved by God and for His sake to fight.
All the travails of flesh he did assume
All the blights and burdens of his role
And travelled far beneath an alien noon
Till tired at last, God gathered back his soul.
Yet Love he left, though not of flesh or touch
And Light, but not of sun
And mindfulness that, though we suffer much,
While we are many, really we are one.
We saw the open casket's silent form
So still as though he slept.
We knew him destined not to be reborn
And know the tears we wept.
We’ll try to heed the wisdom that He taught
And from its Beauty never turn or stray
Lest all our life and living come to naught
Disheartened lose our way.
Belovèd, though each day I mourn for Thee
And tremble at your final months of pain
I cry to You whose grace awakened me
Yet still rejoice that You are Home again.