In Memoriam
The Clock
The clock of his day has stopped.
Upon its dial the motionless shadows mark eleven.
The faults of our Brother we write upon the sand to be washed away;
His virtues are written upon the tablets of Love and Memory.
Sleep my Brother and
Peace be with you.
The clock of his day has stopped.
Upon its dial the motionless shadows mark eleven.
The faults of our Brother we write upon the sand to be washed away;
His virtues are written upon the tablets of Love and Memory.
Sleep my Brother and
Peace be with you.
The places that have known them shall know them no more, but their virtues are written upon the tablets of Love and Memory.