Scroll Poem by Patrick Frazier

A small thought told her to wait
Keeping her children from harm
The hand outstretched of some spiritual arm

A second between breaths
An inch and generations survive
Will they or will they not revive?

Some rise and some fall
He keeps a closet full of palls
Some fall and some rise
Reaching up into the skies

Now hold your heart inside your chest
We've come to lay our love to rest

I was once as tall as you are
But soon I filled the other's spot
As I was here, but they were not

A fragility that may not last the night
The Earthly traces left behind
There was so much light at his death

So it is the human lot
That I am here
And you are not
Or I am not
And you are here
Through year and year
And year and year

Life's memories
Written into the fabric of space-time
A scroll in the angel's hand
That only God can understand

The child climbed to the top
Of the apple tree
For all the world to see

My Irish bones rest below
Buried six days and praying for Jesus.