A good man
Muscle and bone
Wracked lean by 101 years on this beautiful earth.
101 years of honorable living,
Praying, working, loving.
101 years - Older than dirt, some might say
But still boxing, if shadows,
Fighting sleep in search of proving them wrong.
Valiant and determined even to the end.
He left shouting to the darkness I’m not ready!
There’s more!
More grace to be said
More thanks, Heavenly Father, for the many gifts you bring to this house
More sorrowed men and young ones to counsel
More ministries to serve
More football to snooze through,
More toasts to be given,
Still a few who haven’t heard all my jokes,
More peaches to peel,
More ice cream to eat!
More flowers to grow,
More horses to sketch,
More card games to win,
More friends to share laughs with
Caregivers to tease
More grand and great-grandchildren to hold and to hug,
Jane and Bill to love.
A roomful here left standing,
Rocking, reeling
Weeping in the darkness
Many have not known a day without him….ever
A new order to the generations
Slamming into each life.
In-your-face mortality, unwelcome reality.
For if he can go, then so must we all.
What's left that we should do?
What can be yet undone?
Will we so fight when our time has come?
Yet no matter the pleas, the prayers, the fight
Night will not be denied it's
Magnificent trophy.
And the Lord will have home this good man.
Pamela Flesner PBF © 2016