Friday, August 28, 2009

Five Cent Elegy

His absence tints the glasses we must wear,
How can a world exist without him there?
Who will charm with a twinkle of the eye,
Cause chuckles with a quiet sly reply,
Who will daily take our names to the throne,
And rumble through the hymns all quite well known?
The farmer who spent forty years in school,
with dedication and patience his rule,
The grandpa who would fly us in the air,
whose steadiness we trust without a care,
The loving man who daily dried each plate,
and catered to the whims of his dear mate,
Is in the presence of his Lord and King,
Bowing his knees, raising his voice to sing.
Death may have darkened the hue of our days,
but God is good, wonderful are his ways.
For those who are His, promises are true,
A home, a life, a righteousness anew.


Tricia said...

This is beautiful.

Traci said...

Thank you for sharing this!

RachelinVienna said...

More than decent, dear friend. The form is so fitting and now I know him a little bit more. Perfect.