All Souls, a Poem

A remembrance of those who are far on
And yet, like Patrick’s breastplate, who
Are over and around us
Above, below, on either side

We are not alone this day; we are
By those whose earthly, counted time
Is done, who
Live in kairos now
Kairotic time, the time of God

Souls, the spirits
of un-never-lived, live
On, live now, live well
Until unmeasured time
Without measure

C L Couch