As we settle our collective breath and feel the veil gently gliding open for a holy glimpse a bird calls from the sidelines the sky weeps silent tears the air faithfully allows itself to be filtered into eulogy and prayer the tear-soaked soil receives collects along with all who will enter its moist embrace alive with dead things. Sing! Accept the way of things. Sing the Love that holds it all the bird and the words the soil and the souls. Weep the Love that knows. Breathe the Love that gives the bird her song. Live the Love that sees beyond the humus of this moment.