Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or night or pain can reach you.
When you lose someone you love,
Your life becomes strange,
The ground beneath you becomes fragile,
May you be blessed in the holy names of those
Who, without you knowing it,
Help to carry and lighten your pain.
May death come gently towards you,
Leaving you time to make your way
Through the cold embrace of fear