Everything they do is to attract attention.
Like wanting to take the place of honour.
But to ourselves, we need to pay attention.
We are really no more than anyone else any great person of honour.

Why are we so obsessed with ourselves as a whole.
Either we are just a brain’s electric current .
Or an immortal soul.
Either way death is of little account.

So we can relax.
Everything will be alright.
What you see is mere melting wax.
But beneath is a great perpetual light.

So this is not true lasting reality.
Let’s treat ourselves with proportion and sensitivity.

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Where is our great light
It is not in our body
It is in our soul

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See  Matthew 23: 1-12

For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled.
And the man who humbles himself will be exalted.
Only at our death will all be revealed.
For then no longer will we be tempted.

I like the idea of a village funeral.
In a small church .
With a simple sermon and no life tale.
It’s good enough to have a life that left no one in the lurch.

No memorial service.
No extravagant wake, no adornment.
A gently intoned new order Latin mass would suffice.
With immediate church yard internment.

For those who exalt themselves will be humbled.
And those who humble themselves will be exalted.

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Best humble yourself
You might then be exalted
But exalt yourself ?

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See Luke 14: 1, 7-11

My sorrow is so great.
My mental anguish so endless.
I always seem, in my dreams, to arrive late.
Falling from one into yet another mess.

Then I pray for my parents.
Imagining their loving care .
After  I pray for my grandparents.
How with their love they could wipe away all fear.

Does it help them at all.
Are they even listening.
I cannot know, but after I walk tall.
And then happy, I start sleeping.

They are, I’m sure , all there.
Wiping away every fear and tear.

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I pray to parents
Don’t know if they’re listening
But makes me happy

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See Romans 9 : 1-5

Their going looked like a disaster.
They’re leaving us , like annihilation.
They can no longer walk with us, either slower or faster.
They are now part of all past and future creation.

They are in peace.
Their hope was rich with immortality.
They are with us without cease.
They have overcome mortality.

God has put them to the test.
And proved them worthy.
They are blessed.
And prayer to them is trustworthy.

When we pray to them without cease
We somehow seem at peace.

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So have  the dead gone
Or are they still listening
I believe they are

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See Wisdom 3 : 1-9

After that I saw a huge number.
Of people from every nation.
We do not know who now looks on God in wonder.
Or what now is their heavenly station

I dreamt of Mame , mere soul or saint, my grandma.
Dead these sixty years.
What joy it gave to meet her from afar.
Wiping away all bereavement’s tears.

Every time my thoughts half waking.
Turned to the world today worrying.
My heart started sinking
And then I felt my grandmother listening.

When we pray to the dead, we thrive.
For in our thoughts they are alive.

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We pray to the dead
For to us they are alive
Now and for ever

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See Wisdom 3 : 1-9