Ashes - Poem by Irene ClarkHogg
To the North, near the far horizon,
Where the wild moor meets the sky,
There is a gateway into Heaven,
We can see it if we try.
With love to enhance our vision,
We can glimpse the gleaming gold,
Where the then and now walk hand in hand,
And the future can unfold.
We will scatter his ashes on the winds
Who will carry our loved one there:
To the arms of those who went before
And wait now to give him care.
He can rest and heal, then live again,
Though part of his spirit will always stay
In the hearts of those who love him
Until we meet again one day.
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