As a keepsake for children

If during life you did not want to come And speak out everything right to my face, Why do you stand now by the quiet bed Of earth locked in a circle's cold embrace? No need to weep so bitterly at the grave When clocks cannot be turned back anymore. In the cross's shadow, do not try to hide. Your belated words won't reach that distant shore. Love Those who are alive while they are here, While radiant light is burning in their eyes. There In the endless spaces of the sky, A different speaker waits beyond the skies. Speak to the living, hold them tighter now, Before the cold earth hides them out of view. Among empty grudges and the passing days, Make time to say, "I love you," And be true. You had so many days and so much time To come to look directly in the eyes, To drop the heavy burden of the past And say what you omitted under skies. But you kept silent, nursing ancient grudges. And now when those eyes closed forevermore And ears won't hear how you condemn the Views, You seek a reason to restore the door. If honor failed to call for an honest fight, Don't think that you are stronger than the dead. The one who lies in earth has found his Peace. He doesn't care about your smile or dread. If thoughts gave him no peace while he was Living, Let them be calm and quiet at this stage. Live with your peace, make no mistakes again, To ease the heart for him and every age. Love the living. Speak to the living While They are close, While they are here.