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