Dust To Dust, Ash To Ashes Poem by Midifo Yearns

Walk still as night through sadness
That plucks those feathers from your breast
Be quiet and turn aside from gladness
As door you push ajar for entry of unwelcome guest

Could this be all that’s left, you seem to say
Does something pass unnoticed through your fingers
The dirty dust that blows in wind from fire decay
No odour leaves, nor trace of life, but question lingers

Is this all that’s left of probing thought and deep desire
That captured breast, engaged the heart and thrilled the mind
Could all be gone in torrid whiff of scorching fire
So that the richness of a life is simply lost in kind

The question rests. Unstoppable the inner probe
Surrender, patient wait, numbing sense of expectation
Hidden in the ritual. Proclaimed in word and robe
Spoken more in silence than in sound, truth beyond sensation

Cremated ash in little box or urn or some such thing
Crucible of memory, laughter, tears and dreams
The gathered few in bonded silence a certain peace do bring
And as they filter off they somehow know that life is more than seems.