endless and full of mysterysweet trembling courses through us-to me it seems an echo soundsout of the deep distance of our grief.our loved ones too may be longing for us,and sent to us this yearning breath.down now to the sweet bride, onto jesus, to the beloved-take heart, evening's darkling greysto the loving, to the grieving.a dream will break our fetters off,and sink us forever in our father's