See the face, how watercolour flies

The gravity and grace of those who’ve died
Make us pause and take a deeper breath
The distant look of almost closed , dear eyes

Now the nerves and muscles do not try
Their life has gone and they are on the path
The gravity and grace of those who’ve died

The larynx closef we hear no more sad cries
Nor yet is there any mourners’ wrath
See distant look in almost closed , dark eyes

Space and peace and caring are allies
Somehow we shall know what is the best
The gravity and grace of those who’ve died

See the face, how watercolour flies
Seized is the hand when put to its new task
Catch his look ,his almost shuttered eyes

No longer to face challenges and risks
No longer do the fingers urge his wrist
The grace of those who have just gone survives
The holy soul ,the weeping of mine eyes

Chertsey Breviary

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Toby’s  gone away
He won’t be home today
Toby, won’t you kiss your wife again?

Toby was so dear
To all whom he was  near
Toby, Toby, why have you just gone?

Toby’s little boy
Could sometimes Dad annoy
Toby, lose your head with Fred again!

He took his son to school
Love can be so cruel
Toby ,may  your mother  love your son

Your wife has lost your love
Unless you smile above
Toby, help her when the birth pangs come

Your baby will be born
While  poor Alice feels forlorn
Toby ,touch her  and  your little son

Goodbye to  this world
Your children’s hearts unfurl
Touch them gently  as the birds fly on

God is with the lost
As they weep  and rest
Let them  mourn a husband,father,son
Let them mourn  a brother, a  dear friend