"Behold, I tell you the sacred secret now: we shall not all sleep in death." from Philip K. Dick's A Scanner Darkly (Also 1st Corinthians 15:51).
The Dead of Winter
Welcome brothers, sisters, enter!
Behold the nightmare from now to hereafter
Our departed file down esplanades of spectral alabaster
Who among us can discern design amid such seeming disaster?
And yet all is not so cut and dry as that which meets the eye
No tears need one cry for close kin even when they die
Though life appears awry its not over when we lie
Light rendered brighter still by a dark tomb
Summer gestates within winter's womb
Glorious rebirth occurs despite gloom!