Eulogy

If I die do not mourn me for I am

Not forgotten; a brief gust of the winds

Of Time, bears sweet fragrance from

God’s own garden.

A poor soul frets and struts ere his number comes,

Glad of joy and sorrow alike. Life, a blessing,

Death, release. Free from wordly woes and wonderings,

I strike out to higher peaks, there to survey my life’s

Wanderings.  Love is hard, but worth it, they say.

I know not; save Calvary’s cross, true love

Eludes me, till I run home and find Love waiting.

Laughter I’ll miss, the joy of friends,

The peace of water and sanctuary of books,

The painted sky as day flees, O how beautiful

Has my life been!  It’s a wrench, leaving.

Soon or late, life’s too short for full experience,

Too busy for contemplation, too small for

So vast a universe.

Begone! Grief, thou foul fiend.  Of your loss, not

My gain, it wails and yearns for opportunity to

Say the lost words that life forbade to speak.

Weep for me not,

My friends, Shed not a tear

Unless I be forgot.

An original composition by David Smith.