The still silence.
The shoots fired.
The blood spilled.
The lost love.
We stand together.
Hands take hands.
Bright candles burn.
A mother holds a child close.
Pain scars the air.
There is a bitter cold
Which chills beyond the bones.
Slowing our hearts
And weakening our minds.
We mirror the ring of stones
And the ghosts who rest upon them.
Grey and cold.
They stand restless
As tears collect but never rain down.
As notes and presents
Cover the ground.
Goodbyes fly in the air.
Goodbye my son.
Goodbye my daughter.
Goodbye my friend.
Goodbye my love.
Your pain is over.
A new journey awaits you.
We will see you one day soon.
Amen.