CREMATION

He lay peacefully, high upon the altar,
Dressed in a glorious shroud
His body,
Anointed with sweet smelling oil.

The flame rose, the mourners wept.
His bones turned to grain.
He is absolved of mortal guilt and sins.

The Phoenix then soared from his ashes,
His energy high and spirit content.
His wings, the brilliant color of fire,
Soothing those around him.

Flying to his resting place,
Renewing youth and beauty,
Giving praise to Great Spirit.
He is,
An immortal being.