Funeral Prayer by Don Paterson. This was read at the Funeral service by Cal's Aunt, Deborah Licorish. Today we friends and strangers meet because our friend is now complete. They have left time. Perhaps we feel we are the ghosts and they the real - so fixed and constant do they seem, so starlike. May the human dream arise again to find them woken at its heart, though to be spoken once is as miraculous as a thousand times. What utters us, blind nature, told the trees and birds and bright stars; yet of all the words we knew, their name was the most dear. We give thanks they were spoken here.