What cruel god gave man a heart that he
May feel all there is to feel and then
A snap, a break, a yearning to be free
An ending now, with paper set to pen
Your pain is shared now, though you couldn't speak
A January morn, snow deep, wind cold
A gathered crowd and ne'er a wetter cheek
Our breaths were deep, our grief was uncontrolled
With tears unchecked that fell to mud the mound
We recognized our time was but a lease
But in that time, we found our common ground
While you searched evermore for earthly peace
And though we wish your life was not conceded
We recognize you found the rest you needed.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
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