Sunday, February 17, 2013


He was taken
And it seemed so wrong
February storm
City at a standstill.
Swift and surgical.
Beloved wife at work.
Ambulance floundering
In the snows.

He was taken
Smiling father, grandfather.
Man of faith
Warrior for healing.
Maker of music.
Taken to Jesus,
And that’s the prize.


And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

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