while you have your own tears to shed,
you gave me your hanky to dry mine
while a stranger before you,
you opened before me
the life you keep a secret.
while beyond the walls of the infirmary
and a hundred miles away from you
your heartaches were mine
and prayers were all I had for you
while spring brought out the sun
it always rained above the trysting bench
and every night that passes,
we count the stars that grace our lives,
and every day that comes,
we are happy for the light that continues to shine,
until the summer sun came down,
with splashing waves across the oceans,
and you heard your name called out loud,
and as who you are, you did abide,
while your name was read from the Book of Life.
To my dear young friend who recently passed away,
a fair youth with a gifted mind and a serving heart, you who knew how to love well....
his mom, his best friend, the girl she loved the most, all the people who knew and loved him....
and all those who find themselves in the same heartrending places of terminal illness and death...My thoughts and prayers are with you.
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