There was something defiant about his funeral,

as if he had decided from the start

to resist the eulogy….

The eulogy would be merely what he did

in the waiting room: life’s see-sawing

of one foot onto the other, which is

nothing, in comparison to the light

so bright we can only see it

through the negative. That is the light

that brooks no eulogy.

The outer life is burnt or buried on a particular date,

but flies away from there, to become something

suddenly other. No one I know  has been so firm on that.

David Scott (1947-2022), Canon Fenton, Theologian.