by Tate Pumfrey
Eternal rest give unto them, O Lord,
Who now ascend the ladder laced in light
Perpetual. That day of tears, of fright,
Of mourning, mounts before these souls who ford
Across the hidden hem of time toward
That shore immortal. Christ, you did delight
In calling Lazarus from death to life,
Now call those souls departed to your court.
From dust God wove the cloth of Adam’s frame
And unto dust that fabric frays, unwound
By fruit forbidden. Felix culpa, death,
Destroyed on Calvary, bows to that Name
Above all names, and man, at last unbound,
Returns to Eden as he cedes his breath.
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