Recently both an uncle on my father’s side and a member of my church passed away.  Both are in a better place and released from bodies which were failing to house them well, as all of ours are bound to do at some time, whether we like it or not.  Nevertheless, respectful grief is due the loss of wonderful people, of which the world has too few.  Here are a few words in their honor.


A blushing moon mourns,
his face half shroud-
ed in starless
whilst the ousted
coyly plots his
bright and avowed
resurrection morn.