For those lost at sea

We cannot tend beside his grave,
for he sleeps in secret sea.
And not one gentle whispering wave,
will tell the place to me.
But though unseen by human eyes,
and mortals know it not.
His Father knoweth where he lies,
and angels guard the spot.
No willows weep,
no scented flowers bloom o'er the sailors grave.
No emblem left of him who sleeps,
beneath the silent waves.

For all the Merseyside seamen lost at sea.
An epitaph scribbled long ago
which always moves me.
Robert Campbell

By Author unknown