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Poem: Lament for All Souls' Day


Let the night watch continue
It did not end that eve
Your mem’ry lives in bone and sinew
Of all who here believe.

As Christ received your blessed soul
Brought it to Spring, from Fall,
He will be there at each bell’s toll
Accepting one and all.

I hear the lych owl’s mournful cry,
I know it cries for me,
But though I’m made of dust, to die,
My home’s eternity.

©2017 Lewis A. Kocher
Both king and queen
Of all the skies:
The full moon's seen
Upon its rise;
It pushes out
The brightest star
The wolves all shout
From near and far -
The ravens call
The foxes say:
"Night creatures all
In forests play."
The moon looks down
The earth to see:
On tree and town,
And little me.
And so I peep
From window pane
Before I sleep,
Its light to gain.
(c)2017 Lewis A. Kocher