Death of a Beloved Friend

Death Of A Beloved Friend O Friend, when thou hadst uttered thy brief tale Our hearts grew still as flowers that watch the stars, Through long windless nights. Yea, men shall hear; Far sea whispering, and the feet of them That walk the earth in mercy, though they be The other side of the world; and to that end Poets shall wander by in loneliness, As thou hast wandered by. We know not yet How weak our knowing, and how little availeth The little that we know, for we have lost, The deep heart to listen; Down the widening gap, In unimaginable glory streams The flood of light we share within our souls, Revealing all the beauty that shall be For them that will abide in its purity. R.J. Lindley 1985 Note: That long black curtain has fallen, youthful skies hold no more joy; Dreams we once heard callin' are but false hope we now employ. Time, that elusive and dark bandit, speeds away on a mere whim; splashing whale if we could but land it- Never! That light is now fading and dim. Too soon , blackness engulfs the light; gone onto its mysterious early reward, all that remains, cold lonely in the night, living left behind, that is going to be hard.