There are runners on the path:
my father died today,
my mother in two days’ time,
nearly 40 years apart
and we are all heading
in the same direction,
downwards and upwards
In the end we are memories,
dependent on the hearts and minds
of other people
as far as this world is concerned
The church is those who went before,
those who live
and those who are to come
a cloud of witnesses
bearing the weight
of approaching glory