A Friend
Moisture found a passage way into my eyes,
And engendered tear drops when from a web site
Called 'Classmates' came a greeting from a fellow high
School student who became the wife of a treasured friend.
She greeted me with the words, "I hope you are blessed".
My reply to her was, "Indeed, I am blessed". Notwithstanding,
While reflecting upon the life of my early demising friend,
The age-old question of 'why the good die young' surfaced
Once more from the pages of my musing mind.
We often think that there will be lots of questions posed
To the Lord when we all get to heaven. However, I also think
That on other occasions, beholding The Master's face will
Quickly erase or remove every question. Moreover, the former
Things that we found memorable on earth will fade, and the
'All things made new' will enflame our every existence. But until
Then, I will treasure the memory of my awesome friend Charles.
041522PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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