No
answers.
No
speculations.
A
long sometimes lonely road.
He
walked that road before we knew him.
Two
become one.
I cannot guess such loss.
I cannot guess such loss.
He
found a friend on the road.
Two
become one, the unity of joy.
We
knew them then, their rocky road broadening out into a high plain.
“Be
careful when you shake his hand.”
A long arduous path from the heights
Descending
steadily into a new darkness.
Joy
is there in the darkness. Of
course.
Joy
is always there. So
is darkness.
“Rage
against the dying of the light” –
How do we rage, when light has died?
How do we rage, when light has died?
Two
become one.
Separation at the end of a long journey.
We
sing of hope we cannot see.
We
claim new life we cannot feel.
Only
questions
Untamed
untameable thoughts
Continue
in the dark.
The
phone rings – another plea for money.
A voice says my name, then adds “Reverend”.
A voice says my name, then adds “Reverend”.
I
guess I am. Preacher, teacher, answer man.
No
answers.
No
speculations.
A
long sometimes lonely road.
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