Decoration Day-by Ron Rash

As promised, I found "Decoration Day" by Ron Rash. This poem is from this book Among the Believers. I felt that there was a connection between this poem and my last blog post. What do you think? Does it match?

 

 

One whose hand could make a face

Out of paper and pencil Would lay the glassed black and whites On the communion table, Trace our dead kin back to life To walk this land they once walked And see again, through our eyes, The dogwoods, ash trees, and oaks, Swift flowing creeks, narrow skies, Peaks and coves in memory mapped So deep not even heaven Could wish them from looking back.