A Priest And Friend Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Priest And Friend



Father, I feel your death more keenly tonight than any
other since our last moments together here on earth.

Your absence scrapes against my heart, hurting so deep
inside that tears flow from within and fall heavily
down my cheeks.

It's different than the hurt I feel for my Mom, yet it
is the same sorrow of death.

A mystery I cannot quite fathom.

The laughter, life, friendship, that we've shared for
so many years is still present in my most treasured
memories.

When stopping to look through my mind, joy of our
sharing is abundant, I can still feel it's pleasure
within me.

Yet, somehow these pleasant feelings of friendship
sadden and I begin again to cry and mourn your loss.

In my mind, I can hear you laughing and making fun of
my tears, just like when you were here.

Tenderly, gently, as if afraid of frightening me away,
I feel your love reaching out to me, settling on me
from above.

Your silent voice I hear Father, saying you will not
abandon me and our friendship continues to grow, a
friendship not even death can break from God.

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