I love the certainty of a Baptist funeral:
We will meet again.
Some Protestants hedge their bets:
It may be, we feel, we think, we hope...
Still, absent our neighbors’ faith,
We surely have nothing to lose
From betting on the World to Come.
The Day After Christmas
Tree smaller this year,
Lights burned out,
Garbage can only half full
The day after Christmas:
Children grown, gone.