Conceived Our Span measured
In a few rotations
As our earth-home turns.
Our mortal remains
Consigned to earth or urns.
Our way going
As little understood as our beginning.
But in that brief
Being To have been the centre of a
Universe -Or that small part of it.
We were…we’ve known.
An understanding So intense
So real.…That makes Not Being! Incomprehensible?
Tracing our pedigree To first parents Leaves us with But a stem.
For “How took they root?”
“Who begot them?”
And this boundless place
We cannot measure.
This limitless space of infinite treasure.
Why spend so little Conscious time therein?
A mere momentary light and gone –
Not to be rekindled Else by the first
Joseph Raymund McCluskey © All Souls Day 1990
In Memoriam was written by my late father and features in RMEMME’s Edinburgh Fringe 2017 premiere Marking Time.