The Accident Poem by Timothy Long

It wasn't suppose to be, the death impacted us all, even god can see his importance as the rain falls all day and mourn, the memories keep flooding back as if a reminder that this good man cannot come back, all the smiles and frowns I had with him ring to me all day, he affected many wherever he went, at the point in time it seems more like a dreaming nightmare, the wind is picking up and the clouds are seething, I see that now, that tragedy that hindered young life that was inspiring, his family is hysteric but realizing, heavens gained an angel with a golden heart and the red rose of death, even in this mid silence there's no thoughts that can be said in a right way, Jesus pulls the grace spirit into the parting clouds into a hug, strong heart cords are lipping into a orchestra of cries that alarming, the man is gone not with a frown, but a smile cause it's over.