Composed on the South Louisiana Prairie
October 22, 2014
The Cajun prairie
with golden waves spreading away
received one of its own this day.
Dazzling blue hemisphere,
cloudless, bright and windswept,
arched overhead as a crystal dome
from whence angels sang and danced
a happy soul’s homeward flight.
Those left behind
gathered at the graveside,
remembering a life of
devotion to right matters
and the good times that attend life well lived.
After the priest’s hopeful amen,
the soldiers’ stirring rite,
the piper’s soulful strain of Amazing Grace,
those left behind attended one another
with much tender embrace,
holding one another close
as this mortal creed must,
because in such hours,
we know we need
oh so much
And as we cling to one another,
we cling to the glorious hope of faith
that dulls sorrow’s sharp edge:
“Just a few more weary days, and then . . .”
Yes, AND THEN!!