Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
The way of the dead.

We weep,
Not in anger,
But in fear.

Fear that we will be the next victim of death.

But, there is an angel of light, who is our rescuer.

An unearthly glow,
Is the halo,
Shimmering,
Around his head.

We have peace,
A long forgotten attribute,
Now renewed,
In our minds and souls.