Uriah Hamilton


(1) Norwood


Lovely friend,
What can I say to you now
That wasn’t said
When we sat together
On the sunlit shore of friendship?
What tenderness of affection
Can I offer you?
What words of understanding
Written in the poetry of my heart
Can I convey to you?
Does God give your eyes in heaven
Earthly vision to see my tears?
Does God reassure you
There is nothing between us but love,
There is no judgment,
Only love, only understanding,
Only longing to hear your voice
In pleasant conversation.

Car rides to concert venues,
Sacred time at the zoo
Talking soul language of hope,
Summer sunlight listening to music
And walking avenues of midnight college streets
Of laughter and dreams,
I’ll never forget your smile
Or as Dylan says, “Your gentleness now,
Which you just can't help but show.”

What has time taken from us
Except the ability to express how we feel
In that repetition that is truth and friendship
And undeniable love,
But there was nothing about your existence
And beautiful humanity
That I ever experienced
As anything less than genuine
And from the heart.

We often talked of spirituality
And the returning of souls,
And I know, we’ll meet again
In a different place
And in a different incarnation,
Nothing will be forgotten
Nor erased
Until we continue
Our prayer-like conversation,

But tonight, lovely friend,
I’m reading the Bible,
Reading my poet hero King David,
He was hunted like an animal
By King Saul,
He thought surely Saul
Would kill him,
But David wept
When King Saul
And his son Jonathan
Perished together in battle,
And King David sang
Of his friend Jonathan,
“Thy love to me was wonderful,
Passing the love of women.”

2 Samuel 1: 17—27.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Edited: Friday, October 03, 2008

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  • Rookie stop revolving (6/16/2009 10:13:00 PM)

    no doubt the original wise words is in the Bible, coz it's coming from God directly. I'm afraid talking about Bible words, if I still learn to be come an open Bible itself. I feel like a fish on bottle that people look at us from many directions, if I am ugly or dirty so it's easy to be seen. That's why better for me to keep silence and learning. Tks. Nice too. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (10/8/2008 4:06:00 AM)

    Touched by your loss, dear Uriah. This beautiful poem has given your friend the gift of remembrance. There is no greater gift.

    Warmest regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Rookie David Desantis (10/3/2008 1:43:00 PM)

    this is absolutely stunningly beautiful....im very sorry for your loss...but you have written a touching and heartfelt poem to express it..i'm sure your friend would be proud 10/10 (Report) Reply

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