Standing vigil for the dying

Standing vigil for the dying
Comes a time past rhyming when
There are no words to say

So weary and worn away
Are litany and commendation
Standing vigil for the dying

And no toil and no trying
Can yield them a worthy creation
There are no words to say

Then lexicons betray
They dawdle in the time of desperation
Standing vigil for the dying

When comes the time of crying
Unprepared are words of consolation
There are no words to say

All the time to pray
But waiting for the last amen
Standing vigil for the dying
There are no words to say.

Two kinds of silence

When I'm with the heterodox, we run out of words.
When I'm with the orthodox, we're afraid to talk much.

Praise Allah for the two kinds of silence.
And for the difference between them.

On a song

Dearest:

You're gone from me.
You're far away.

No sunshine today. Not warm either.

Now, are these statements related
By cause
Or correlation?

Truthfully, I can't say myself.
I just know that you've been gone
Too long.

I miss you.

Those who came at the eleventh hour

You never promised anything.
You ordered us to go.
And how could we respond to that?
It's not as if we had anywhere to go.
And at least it was something to do.

We couldn't help much. Not enough time.
But when the stars came up, you called us before anybody else.
One silver coin.
A silver coin. A silver coin apiece.

Forgive us.
Looking at this silver coin,
some of us are feeling envious right now,
and wondering what everybody else will get.
We couldn't ask them. Not enough time.