He isn’t to be inurned
when the time comes,
his final freedom earned.
Take those ashes and,
in the dunes,
toss them to the wind.
Sing him a silent tune.
Think of him as he had been,
faults and all the good
known by some,
by others misunderstood;
he was what he was
and now he is what he is —
ashes in the wind —
gone the good,
gone the sin.
What he is…is
what God named him.