Lenten Poem

 

ALL IN ONE AND ONE IN ALL

 

Death’s approach does not seem out of place,

an unjust ravaging of life.

Rather it comes to all, by different paths and pace

it briefly stings, then puts an end to strife;

leaves but a temporary grief.

A fellowship is set, no less alive

in spirit, blessed with comfort and relief.

Cleansed by love, a new communion thrives.

The dead are new soil for our growth

their worth saps virtue into ours.

Their ashes, which we drink, are both

epitomes of lives already lived and future powers.

Joined by death, God makes the generations rise and fall

thus celebrates the human bond; the all in one and one in all.

Poems from the Eighth Decade
Copyright © Harold Macdonald 2004
used with permission
 

Harold Macdonald Poetry

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