MISSING CHRIS

A quiet place for reflection drew me in today

A calm place to contemplate why you went away

The reflections in the still water soothed my aching heart

Made thus by nature's insistence that we part;

You were my dancing jester, in life for the thrills

You grinned like a mischievous pixie, and sometimes gave me chills

You sat quietly beside me, when you knew I was in pain

How I wish you were still here with me, so we could chat again!

I know you're in a better place, where no pain or agony prevails

It makes things no easier, as my wound heart bewails

I see you laughing merrily as you play your saxophone

Sitting by the Master's side, as you issue my call to come home;

I have yet many missions here, assigned by the Father at birth

To dance while in agony upon His sainted earth

To bring others to His throne, to seek His benevolence

To give the gift of compassion, so scarce in the modern world;

But mostly to remember you to those you never met.

You were special then, you're special now, and will ever so remain

It's time for me to finish this, my continuing mournful refrain

Because you wouldn't want me suffering, you'd want my joy instead;

So here I take a pause to turn my pain upon its head!

@2010 by P.K. Taylor (Flora Belle Jardiniere)