Drop drizzling petals of tears here
For Little Nick, weep the emptiness left behind,
The void in the ocean of love, care
Stumbling through the shadows bereft and blind.
Balm O fragrant wind our despair
Memories that cannot wilt at the altar of pain.
Death is a common tragedy we share
Faith makes it better, touch hope with prayer again.
Little Nick, I did know you, but I know the memory
Familiar as my own son taken away
Before youth was past, or joy wrote a history
Of his dream. So weep I this child today
So weep I, for I am a silent witness to this grief
That sometimes threatens faith and belief.
You know its natural for the old to die
At least we expect it after our boredom
Have discovered life is a waiting game,
But the young wilt as a morning blossom
Too soon for dreams to tell what flame
Was in them, what light to give or to seer
The hills where soldiers fall, or bear there
A flag scrawled on sky a wordless page to stare
Upon. Yet there is more meaning than this
More than missing soldiers and flagged heroes
In the hollow tides of messages, that we miss.
God takes his own from among the young, sows
Them anew among the stars to light us home.
And what is meant for evil is changed to good
In the blinking moment of a tear. I've combed
Scriptures, and philosophies hounding blood
For answers before, and then he took me there
To the parting door, and I seeing though blind
Understood how the cross made heaven bare
And blend human loss to love in heaven's mind.
So through our hot and weary days of the panting sun
Ww will think of you, little Nick, God's work is well done.