All Souls day is folded into the church’s celebration of All Saints (and appropriately so). Nonetheless on what would be All Souls’ Day I celebrated a funeral this morning and thought a lot about my momma’s funeral in April. In my homily at her service I ended with the second half of this poem.
Death Is Only a Horizon
O God, who holdest all souls in life
and callest them unto thee as seemeth best:
we give them back, dear God,
to thee who gavest them to us.
But as thou didst not lose them in the giving,
so we do not lose them by their return.
For not as the world giveth, givest thou,
O Lord of souls:
that which thou givest thou takest away:
for life is eternal, and love is immortal,
and death is only the horizon,
and the horizon is nothing
save the limit of our sight.
~~ Rossiter W. Raymond
Miss you, Momma.