Sons of Light

Weep not, O world, more tales of woe

For I have grief enough to bear

Bundled on my back and go

Remembering the few and fair

That I was privileged to know

Who walk no more beside us here

Excepting blessings they bestow

When in the silence they appear

Or in our dreams to ebb and flow

Beyond the consciousness of time.

I hear their voices soft and low

Like music or a perfect rhyme

Exhorting us to find the way,

Lifting us from night to day;

Through pain and loss this truth I know

We are sons of light and towards the light we go.