No matter the cloth you dress him in;
No matter the design you give his face;
No matter the winds that lift waves beyond the sands;
No matter the war dead filling this place...
Dressed in the mists of mystery.
An ethereal image of grace.
The shelter beyond life's furies.
Love beyond dust bound graves.
Before the Sun chased the Moon;
Before the pebbles became snow capped peaks;
Before the lake heard the calling Loon;
Before the womb brought breath to speak...
Hanger of lights surrounding this world.
Potter of mountains, pourer of seas.
Giver of life's music as now heard.
The whisper of life flowing to eternity.
Even after grey follows the baby's fresh face;
Even after the tears and pain;
Even after brown covers the once green place;
Even after a breath is taken then never again...
The rejuvenating promise.
The cleanser of sorrows and hurt.
The gardener of Spring's eternal mists.
The victory beyond, where laughter and joy is heard.