A Chill in the Air

On Tuesday you cried

upon my shoulder,

trusting Jesus to save

your soul.

On Friday you played

the entertainer, making light

of fearful faces in the room.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

You danced in the face of death,

a can of beer in your hand.

But morning came with raindrops,

in your bed you would remain.

You communicated in silence,

lids weighted with eternal sleep.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

We ate brownies topped

with ice cream, while the lesbian

hugged the Catholic and God’s

Spirit sweetly smiled.

We laughed through tears

as we remembered; said

our prayers to fill the void.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

I said goodbye on Thursday,

and left roses in the snow.

Let Me Not Forget

From all fear You’ve set me free.
From all sin my heart does flee.
From all doubt I’m clear to be
From all You gave upon the tree.

It is Your sweetness they taste in me.
It is Your love, in these eyes, they see.
It is Your peace that floods like sea.
It is You — it is not me.

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