Wiccans Funeral

Minutes flutter by 
in a pulse, tick, tick 
for the heartbeat we cannot feel 
and the body we have burned. 
Ashes in a collected heap 
undecided, for lack of knowledge 
to committ to sea or air 
and return with wind or rain. 
Due, the departed are needed 
in that place of divine 
and the gods and goddesses 
deliver us to the right place 
and share their powers. 
In grief? 
Nay, in joy!