In the churchyard

The day was heavy with rain and disturbed by storms;

I was walking among many forgotten graves,

with weathered stones and crosses, the wreaths old,

the names washed away, hardly to be read.

The day was disturbed by storms and heavy with rain;

on every grave froze the words "we were."

The coffins slumbered calmly like the eye of a storm,

and on every grave melted quietly the words: "we were healed."