So quiet its coming
Sitting,
Reading the psalms from the beginning,
Slowly,
Seeing his life and his prayers, in its rendering,
The passions depicted,
Reverence, joy, anger, despair;
All prayed by him in his life,
Deeply felt.
Such depth, beauty, the psalms show of life,
The portrayal both stark and beautiful.
From time to time saying a mystery,
Again the knotted prayer rope a tool,
Keeping me centered on the true center,
Bringing Bob into the mystery prayed,
His joy, sorrow, and victory in Christ,
Faith for him central,
Quietly lived out,
No fanfare,
Just being, with struggle, what he professed.
The ending and the beginning of equal importance,
A coin needs two sides,
So life,
An upper and an underside,
Without both, lives would be grey,
Our passions, loves, pains, losses, joys,
Give depth and color to our lives,
Bob was a splash of indigo for many.
Elias came to sit,
A few minutes later Bob was gone,
“I gave him permission to go”,
He quietly told us,
Perhaps something said at the right time,
The perfect moment to communicate.
When the end came it was so peaceful,
Could have gone unnoticed for awhile
So gentle its coming.
Where does the time go? |