Return

Can they not return,those much loved dead Who leave such empty spaces in our hearts Which like the hearts of mothers,fathers bleed? “Ash to ash” is what the Priests have said But there is still a soul, a living part Can they not return,those much loved dead? Why will I not walk into the dread Without a map or any kind of chart? Why not trust the Word when all was said? And so I linger late, without my bed Hoping for a vision,for a start. Can you not return,oh, needed dead? Let us bless the water and the bread Bless us all before we too depart. Why not trust the Word and what was said? Now the holy banquet is prepared The vital clue is all our food is shared. Can they not return,those much loved dead. Ease the hearts of humans as they bleed?