A Dreadful Finality, A Living Hope

 

I wrote this one moments after helping my eight brothers bury our Dad. Though his body was returned to the dust..."yet shall he live."

"A Dreadful Finality, A Living Hope"

The low rumble
of shoveled earth
 on oaken planks
heralds a dreadful finality.
A body
returns to dust;
and a soul
to the God
Who gave it.
Yet, mortality
is swallowed up
of Life;
and Death,
of Victory.
Forever.