The Lord is everywhere:
Steel gray clouds
Snow, Ice pellets in a crescendo
Crunching snow foretells our every step
The Lord has set the stage.
Oh yes, he knows our every move, every thought, every emotion.
HE knows we are coming.
The morose, gray atmosphere envelopes
the cemetery.
Silence, alone.
Fear heaving in our chest cavity.
Harold and Jean’s gravesite awaits
Somehow Harold knows we are coming.
Fifteen years gone by.. he knows we are coming.
He waited. As always patient and understanding.
He knew I had, yes had, to come and say goodbye.
Facing the pain of the moment.
The knees weaken
Tears flow
I grab for the tombstone
O Harold I cry, O Harold.
The father I never had,.that was Harold
A man of God
Harold knows.
We are together for a brief moment
God enables us to hold each other
God’s grace. Hold me Harold. I remember your hugs, your smiles
your words of wisdom, and your good works for the poor.
One last time.
The most difficult goodbye.
I turn to Al.. knowing I could not have
met with Harold without fear of collapsing
and having Al for support.
The Lord gives Al the grace to be a comforter
And so we silently walk
Chocking
Hoping to meet Harold in the afterlife.
May he rest in the arms of the Lord.
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