One helluva Eulogy

Here
We all lift empty buckets
while traveling to the stream.
Not all who go return with us,
some, the water carries
others, we leave still fetching.
Here
he did lift it to a certain place
to a certain house
to a certain people
Us—
gathered here have tasted from him
a young pilgrim who has returned
back to the living spring
back to return his bucket.

Ruddapoet