And it is the last goodbye . . .
After a cold, Canadian winter, the soil is thawed, the soil turned,
the grave dug.
Earth that sprang forth flowers and vegetables from your tilling and tending touch,
earth turned and turned again,
now welcomes your life shell as it holds Dad’s, as well. You rest
with all our others who have lived before. Earth to earth—
pieces of decay and living memory
with one last goodbye
Revelation 14:13 Then I heard a voice from heaven say, “Write: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them.”