I just learned about the tragic passing of an old friend’s little son. Tears.
We come from The Ever Living, and to The Ever Living we return.
I still remember wondering about
Whence came this little sapling in my care,
I planted it with all my love without
Withholding any love that I could spare.
I’d tend to it each morning when the dew
Exchanged itself for drops of golden sun,
And as the nightly veil of darkness drew,
I’d gaze upon the beauty I’d begun.
But yesterday, a storm aroused my fears
And tore my little sapling from the earth,
And all my loving care and streams of tears:
All proved to be of very little worth.
I saw last night within a timeless hour
My sapling blossoming a fragrant flower.