We played the pipes.

And you wouldn’t dance.

We come in many stripes.

But all are called by death’s chance.

I did not know the person at the Cathedral  funeral.

But the closing words were strangely moving.

In life’s army he might have been private or general.

But we all end up the same, no longer disappointing.

The priests sprinkles the coffin with water .

And incenses it.

To remind us of baptismal water.

And to purify it.

Thus we all pass out of the service.

For now with hope, we have completed our service.

…….

Our service ended

We’re taken out of the church

To a greater good

…….

See Luke 7: 31-35