I was happy that I found you old friend.
It was great to hear your voice again.
Like a thousand years had come and gone
and I seldom looked behind me to notice
Amazingly I remember I called you and
hearing your voice as I did
in my youth and you treated me with
the same respect. Like a sentence
abruptly aborted and finished in warp time
You were a mentor, a friend and a musical muse,
you were my teacher teaching and
we clarified our memories in rarefied air.
I felt a breeze blow by one day,
as autumn leaves prepared to nest
and rest upon the earth.
Like impatient tenants going back home
for the winter they met the ground,
their lives like fodder for angry rakes
as winter was finally near,
and in-spite of your troubles, you seemed to thrive,
telling me this was the highlight of your day
when I called you each morning.
In a somber moment Leukemia was playing it’s
somber song and it’s death sentence hit like a gavel.
With no chance for an appeal
I felt your heart grow weaker and your
long life go slack.
but the harp was more insistent now.
with strains of comfort to aid your weary heart,
The skies stretched forth and down.
Like a rope or a chain that came loose
and your ship began to float dreamily by.
It was quite obvious that heaven’s gates
blew open, like a gale at sea
and the cares of this world could no longer
I saw death’s whirlpool up ahead.
I knew the end was close, I heard it
in the crashing waves, I heard it
in your voice.
Each day you were insistent,
telling me how you loved me,
your now raspy voice conceding.
When that call came, from your family
and mentioned your name. I asked how you
are doing and she said, “She was so sorry”,
my friend has passed away.
“To be certain – outside of belief in the sovereignty of God, we contend that true holiness in thought and in behavior cannot be wrought. The firmer the persuasion, the greater the consequent sanctification.”
The Desert Sun excerpt.