Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Because
They are Young
For Those Who Have Lost
Children
The good die young, our blessed children,
our hope
Fresh to this world
they wanted so much to explore
They wanted to explore
everything – earth, air
Words, water, sky,
ideas, music, art, love
All the joys of being;
all Creation is their stupa
And they fly the
eternal pradakshina
In fulfillment, enlightenment,
and joy
Infinitely far, and
yet still close to us
We are less because
they have gone ahead
Along the happy pilgrimage
of faith
But they are more,
and they celebrate us too:
They love us and wait
for us along the Way
The good die young, and because they are
so good
We must strive to be worthy of them
