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Death and Dying in Dallas

Death and dying in Dallas seems to have all 
started with the death of President Kennedy.

The following is all true and actually, recently
happened in my life. The essay was written
to describe what happened as a prelude to
my poem I wrote that follows.

We were having our July St. James Episcopal
Church Board of Vestry meeting. I am a member
and was there attending. Father Dave Davis
has asked me to give the closing prayer. I
proceeded to do so. At the end I asked for
God's help regarding the families of the now
deceased Dallas Police Officers. 
After my prayer was over, Father Dave said
that I should have included the lives of all
transponders in it who daily place their lives
in jeopardy. That made complete sense to me.
The following Sunday, July 17th Ninth Sunday
of Pentecost  the Gospel and Sermon were
about Mary and Martha and how one was a
doer and the other a thinker and worshipper.
You could see what Martha was doing but
only Jesus saw and knew what Mary was
doing. It is often hard to see what faithful
worshippers are doing.
While Father Dave was talking about all of
the transponders, several police officers were
being killed and injured in Baton Rogue. It
could have been motivated by revenge but 
we will never know exactly. 
You are almost afraid to go to bed at night
for fear of what might happen tomorrow. 
Based on all of the things that have recently
happened, I have written the following poem
inspired by God for Father Dave and the local
newspaper. Here goes.

Death and Dying in Dallas

There is no reason we should be mad
Good things to lives God tries to add
When Him we will listen to and hear
All worry and strife does disappear.

In service Father Dave said transponder
Those who left and are now up yonder
In God's hands safe, sane and secure
Discomfort on earth they did endure.

A thought came to me in Vestry Meeting
Mentioned in my prayer in final greeting
Think about police officers dying in Dallas
No longer patrolling causing a paralysis.

Hands of time are not moving anymore
For dead police officers we love and adore
Gone to heaven has their each spirit
Our thoughts about them will never quit.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
173 Shadowood Court SE
Bolivia, NC 28422
jthorn5656@atmc.net
jthorn5656@gmail.com

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