He is leaving with the tide;
Distant fires gleam in his eyes,
And his head turns to listen
To music we cannot hear.
We heard him
Share stories of his life;
Now he casts off all moorings
And sails, ahead of us.
Ancient of Days, do not forget.
Let his light shine, with those who went before;
Admit him, forgiven, into that circle
Where Spirits shine like eternal flames,
When beyond time we follow
May we all meet, and share, indeed;
For the voyage is never ending
For those who sail with Thee.
c2009 Deborah Sirotkin Butler