I heard today that my friend had died, and I wrote this.
He’s gone—
the news arrived today.
He’s gone,
so far away.
His voice, his smile, his gentle grace,
live only now in memory’s space.
No more upon the clifftop high,
laughing as the seabirds fly,
watching basking sharks below,
his joy a light, a steady glow.
No longer at the front he’ll stand,
words of comfort close at hand;
that smile we cherished, kind and true,
a gift the world no longer knew.
He’s gone—
and none can take his place.
He walks in heaven, face to face
with our Lord, his journey done—
no longer bound, but home, at one.
