Featherfall
When my place in the firmament
Becomes permanent
I cannot help but wonder
What others will have to say
'He wanted to be a journalist
With his being he yearned for this
Set about that sojourn of his
But endured a bit of turbulence
Along the way
And so he arrived here
And we're gathered here today
In-laws, outlaws, surrogates and termagants
We lost a good man
Loved strongly by those around him
Tonight we sing in praise of God
It's a shame he never really found Him.
Upon the unbearable lightness of heaven's scales
Does the sound of our hymning weigh
Our boy wrote like Wilde
But wound up the Hemingway.'
Some heads will come unsteadier
From a questioning of fate
And some hearts will become much heavier
From a lessening of faith
But perhaps beyond the understandable
There lives something livable
Where I'll have gone on
To embody the invisible
In the eternal resting station
That defies estimation
And serves as cradle to an altogether
Different destination
Just as I'm lowered into the burial ground
My spirit flees the tomb and assumes the aerial crown
A-tisket A-tasket
Kismet can be so tragic
Beautiful young mother
Come kiss the casket
Someone who knows well the toll of detachment
Will enlighten hurting souls with a blissful facet
'I didn't know him well,
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poem by Joe Cabrera
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