On a Good Friend Dying
I am losing a good friend to cancer very soon
I am told he has been transferred to hospice,
Reminding me of Robert Browning’s “Prospice”
Like my dear Deborah, none of us are immune.
In time we must all turn our faces to the light
When we start out on that last fateful journey
Where we need neither counselor nor attorney
With our Great Creator and eternity in sight.
I am sad that I will not see him again in flesh
But I know he is “going to a much better place,”
He was a man of infinite good will and grace
And he will soon encounter new life a-fresh
In a spiritual dimension someday we all can share
I can see Richard’s entrance to great fanfare.
written October 1, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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