Aldershot Crematorium

Between the swimming-pool and cricket-ground

    How straight the crematorium driveway lies!

And little puffs of smoke without a sound

    Show what we loved dissolving in the skies,

Dear hands and feet and laughter-lighted face

And silk that hinted at the body’s grace.

But no-one seems to know quite what to say

    (Friends are so altered by the passing years):

“Well, anyhow, it’s not so cold today”—

    And thus we try to dissipate our fears.

‘I am the Resurrection and the Life’:

Strong, deep and painful, doubt inserts the knife.