Fairest one, folded in flowers,
wrapped in the warmth of the hidden heart of the rose,
while the cold hand traces the edges of empty hours
and the light comes and goes,
help us, in this final meeting
in a room blessed with the echo of words you have spoken,
discover our peace in your knowledge that life, though fleeting,
leaves love unbroken.
Here, among friends, in sorrow,
let the Living Love in the silence reveal the seed
of your strength, that we may share it in facing tomorrow,
the time of our need.
William Matchett, Airplants: Selected Poems, Antrim House, 2013.