A Cemetery Poem

[with apologies to Rudyard Kipling]

REQUIESCANT IN VICTORIA

 

As we observe our Church yard graves

Our sanctified eyes do perceive

The resting of that elect host

Most beloved Saints we still grieve

 

 

Grace, peace, and mercy Christ gives them now

Our tears do not show loss

These warriors from the Lamb’s own fold

Are golden without dross

 

 

And Saints thus always pray

How long Oh Lord—come quickly

Bring resurrection day

 

- Jay W. Watson

24 April Anno Domini 2013