Ashes in the Wind

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.

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