Suicide Song
The quiet strum in the living space
It was Christmas day when he played
The struggle real but calm his hands
as he battled with his guitar
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
From the corner of each eye
If we’d have known to spill some tears
Thank goodness moment captured
Saved by a watchful foreboding
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
His sister near, this dear nephew sung
the stanzas as he moved imminent strings
A couple years later, I’d sit up in bed
It was such the occasion to raise the dead
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
This poem not meant to be tailored
just raw, sorrowful, surrendered to
the beautiful moment before the pandemic
then hell took ground and blood spilled out
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
Remembered more the facebook sage
the basking in the baptismal plunge
Before that was the Suicide Song
to his mother, father, sisters, brother
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
He thought he was past this depart-ation
but at last he stepped back into the past
perhaps a legion of demons took hold
Oh how this family pulled, but alas
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
He is remembered kindly despite this act
One friend spoke at his memorial - a grace
as he asked the Lord: only if the pastor asks
for more. He told of my nephew’s witness to him
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
What grace this was. We would not forget
the first and last time we spoke to his friend,
for then the Lord took him too - an accident.
No accident, we met him face to face. Grace
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
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