Blessed Be

I was part of something beautiful
But no tears would be denied
The journey -- my procession
To the place where I would lie
My vehicle -- a pine box
Hand crafted by my friends
Star of David on the outside

Blessed be -- no brass fixtures; no fixed faces
Blessed be -- no stiff dark men taking the place
Of friends and family
Burying me
Blessed be

I heard my daughter's voice
The waver in her breath
White knuckles clutched the shovel
As she filled me to my depth
" You think that clouds will always be fluffy
And that food will always taste good
But this is not the way it is"

Blessed be -- no brass fixtures; no fixed faces
Blessed be -- no stiff dark men taking the place
Of friends and family
Burying me
Blessed be

Death will never be the same
Death will never be the same

They held a flock of bright balloons
Orchestrated by my best
And the pine box bobbed through the forest
On the cemetery path to the crest
The silence met with one crooning voice
Til they put me in the hole
Then they let each balloon go...

Let it be -- no brass fixtures; no fixed faces
Let it be -- no stiff dark men taking the place
Of how it's meant to be
Burying me
Let it be -- burying me
Let it be -- burying me
Blessed be

©2000 Deborah Hocking