Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now Where once a steadfast heart beat time The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy To scale that mighty pinnacle The Rock, within the bosom of the family There's a void, now But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past A fault free seam constructing firm foundations Binding those within the bosom of the family There's a void, now A hollow cavern echoing the anger and the pain Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements The source of unremitting pain Within the bosom of the family There's a void, now So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories Harvesting the richness of their meaning The fullness of the seed sown long ago To bloom forever within the bosom of the family