For Allhallowtide:

As they who burned before us
enkindled with your love
shone out your grace and glory,
so may we shine, O God.

Some glowed in chambers hidden;
some lit the sky like stars,
and all of them your children 
afire as your own heart.

For some your made as tinder
so quick to catch the spark,
and some you slowly kindle
who longest light the dark,

and some forever aching
hold light we never view,
but all are of your making
and all are made for you.

You made us to be embers:
Then touch us with the flame
that every saint remembers,
that never burns the same.

And someday you will show us
how every spark's inspired:
Your own eternal glory
that sets each heart afire.

All Souls’ Day, J Schikaneder 1888. This oil painting shows an elderly woman praying after placing a wreath upon the tombstone of her loved one. – Ophelia2, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=12453561