The Roots of Trees

Beloved one,
We give your body to the
Earth
Earth Mother, Sun Father
We give you this body
Of our beloved father
These eyes will never greet
Us again
We will not kiss these lips
Or touch these hands
Or hear his voice speak
Our names
What he has been is gone
What he is now has passed the gate,
Leaving the body
To become soil,
This flesh to nurture flowers
These bones to be the roots of
Trees

This adapted poem, which was read at a recent service, felt appropriate to share today. My heart goes out to many who are missing the strong, loving presence of a father in their lives this year.