What More Is There to Say

What more is there to say,

Souls in sorrow weep

Shattered hearts replay

The hour of death to keep

Alive the dying face

Beloved of all things.

Remembrance is a grace

To which our being clings

Until we realize

The soul in us that knows

Nothing ever dies,

To life there is no close

And we must carry on,

The need for death explore

Until the work is done

And God is found once more.