Tis Only We Who Grieve

They do not leave, they are not gone
They look upon us still
They walk among the valleys now
They stride upon the hill.

Their smile is in the summer sky
Their grace is in the breeze,
Their memories whisper in the grass
Their calm is in the trees.

Their light is in the winter snow
Their tears are in the rain
Their merriment runs in the brook
Their laughter in the lane.

Their gentleness is in the flowers
They sigh in autumn leaves
They do not leave, they are not gone
Tis only we who grieve.

If only we could see,
the splendour of the land
To which our loved ones are called
from you and me, we’d understand.

If only we could hear
the welcome they receive
From old familiar voices all so dear
We would not grieve.

If only we could know
the reason why they went
We’d smile and wipe away the tears that flow
And wait content.