Yesterday was full as my husband and I did music for a dear friend’s memorial service. Sometimes that pushes me to write, and sometimes it is too much. Yesterday was too much. I hope to finish a sonnet by the end of the month; I’m halfway through it. My little phone camera doesn't do the painting by Dave justice, and the poem about him is clunkier than I’d like it to be, as it does not do our friend justice, but here is a poem about our friend. Rest in peace, Dave.
Dave’s Portrait
Washed bright by color
You were like no other
Your gentle smile and manner
Were equal only to
your candor
An easy laugh that
tripped along
A forgiving song
helping others to belong
You were a coach, a
husband, a teacher, a father,
Curious about people
who were never a bother,
You saw inside that
was brought out in your art,
Guided by your Saviour’s
heart,
I will miss your
kindness
But I am happy you now
experience bliss
Out of pain
Not having to strain
You are forever home,
Painting in shalom
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| Moon Bridge, Kubota Gardens, Seattle |
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