Know that death comes with love,

I will wipe away your tears,

Turn you away from the body you leave

Know that death comes with a price,

Not of emptiness or metaphor,

But your fare to cross the river

Know there is a place for you,

Whether you believe in fields or brimstone,

Or nothing at all

Know that your self is not a crime,

Your judgement comes with care,

And a great deal of tissues

Know that I love each of life’s children,

And cannot wait to escort you home