Requiem Novum: II. Or So the Living Pray
Mårten Jansson
Or so the living pray
For their beloved dead,
And pure is their intention to do so
But the living only see
As through a glass, darkly,
the great Enigma that awaits beyond,
Where glimpse of Truth, and grief,
And darker shadows still,
Entwine to weave the old familiar words.
Do not grieve, my friends,
That I have gone away,
For I have crossed into Infinity
Where now I know the answers
To questions hidden then
When still I stood
where now you stand and
grieve.