There is no death in Spirit
Let dead men bury dead
But by our worldly minds
Another view is fed
It’s wise to grieve in this world
So from ourselves we shed
The loss the fear the sadness
Of our seeming separateness
But let us all remember
That we could never be
Separate from the one called God
For the all in all decreed
That life is everlasting
And the body but the cloak
Be still and know that I am
Not the worldly yoke.