Bud
Strong, in some ways –
Reflecting the old times, the old days,
Like a moment inspired by light,
Suggesting the beauty of a smile,
Echoing truth in every movement,
Exposing the wonder of a heart…
Who is laughing, dancing like leaves
Of autumn, leaves so alive – yet they’re dying,
Trembling with the wisdom, the music
Softly inviting spirits to soar, winged dreams
Caressing the gliding of a heart full of memories,
A heart full of yesterdays, pleading for these
Feelings to just breathe the peace, breathe…
Strong, yet so calm and charitable,
Charismatic like the sound of silence – awaiting
stardust wonders just beyond the moon’s glow,
Glistening softly in the shadows of a life
Who is more than generous…
His life, full of love, was tender and gentle,
Like the promise of faith, the belief
In God’s grace –
Strong, in some ways –
Dazzling away the darkness, the dampness
Raining over the hasty praise,
Dewlike ricochets, embraces found to stir awake,
Memories of a past so penetrating,
Yesterday when everything felt just right,
Formerly known as the music of light,
Melodious and cavorting with the insight,
Discerning the meaning of the last chance
To say, “love is the promise, love is the way, love,
My sweet life – is the only thing to say…
When yesterday prays upon the moments,
Sandstorms avenging the yearnings,
Faded beyond recognition, vanishing beneath a past
Who grieves like the wind divided against itself,
Turbulent and gusty as the promises
Ever fading like the night who has come to dawn,
Only to risk the shadow’s guarantee of loss.
Bud, my grandfather, the ache of a heart,
Knowing he is gone home, where only love aspires to smile,
Beneath the worn skin, a naked hope, a faith within
Who hushes all the hues of doubt, the suspicions who never….
Remember the certainty that comes to hearts who hear,
Love that is forever, love that is better than a dream,
Love that hears and sees and believes….
Love, like his, comforts and agrees,
Yesterday is the only reason I can ever be free…
From the absence that haunts my tears,
Fears that decide I’m always going to remember him,
As the strength of a family in mourning for the autumn years
Who left his story without the returning spring,
Yet, we know he woke in heaven where spring never leaves,
He is alive forever where the joy of spring goes on and on!
Strong, Bud was like the kindling of hope,
He knew that love is like the seasons – even in passing,
alive in the heart to one day come back like a song who has gone,
yet lingers to be sung by the soul who knows
forever, love sings on…
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