Monday at dawn Seagulls crying in the sky I stood in the surf and poured out your ashes Like the sands of time In an hourglass run out The beauty of your life Reduced to a few grains But the Person you followed Through all the twists and turns Of your earthly journey Spoke these words… Unless a grain of wheat Falls into the earth and dies It remains a single grain But if it dies, it bears much fruit Any fool can count The seeds in an apple But only God can count The apples in one seed Your life was a seed That bore the fruit of my being You planted the seed of the Word In countless lives If mortals die, will they live again? All the days of my service I will wait Until my release comes Maybe then I will hold you again Because of the One who holds me now The One who was held on a cross to die Amen … May it be