A Child Is Dead

A child is dead.
It is a time for sadness.

We are crushed by the grief of it
Drown in dark feelings
Struggling to renounce every hope.

Yet death is the stillness
Of life's beating heart--
The quiet of life's wakeful song.

Our lives are ripples
On God's timeless pond––
Rhythms in God's still air.

We dance life's dance
In ever widening circles
Change partners on our way
And dance among the dead.

We live to share
One life
One death
And one eternity.

A blessed child
Has danced among us.

Dance on.

For Betty Ann and Coleman