A Poem By Ezra // 4/16/2010


I didn’t know the someone
                Who left us with this smold’ring
                In our minds; who left us holding
Less, and wond’ring what had gone.
And watching from the pew-side,
                Her good friend praying, clinging
                To the railing; mem’ry ringing,
With her smile before she’d died,
I saw her shaking, sinking,
                To the floor, and felt my weakness,
                Looking on and standing, helpless –
Asking then what all were thinking:
What is this empty evening?
                God, why have You shred these faces?
                Lord of Mercy, filled their glasses
With the bitterest of wine?
Later on I heard her brother
                Barely reading what he’d written –
                That she’d never be forgotten,
That he’d loved her like no other,
And his voice became unsteady,
                (Had some mem’ry of his sister
                Crossed his eye?) His words were
Halting, and his sorrow free.
And I, who was a stranger,
                Bowed my head in silence, broken,
                Wond’ring at the words he’d spoken,
Reeling in the painful wonder:
“Tell your family, tell your friends,
                What I wasn’t there to tell her;
                I wish that I had been there,
And I will see her, soon, again.”
And now, the dwindling rays
                Of this dark Friday’s evening
                Are sketching shadows, leaving
Traces of the grief-struck day,
And I’m, in silence, sitting;
                Dim reflections of this glory
                Have begun to overcome me;
All that I have left is trusting
That the smile she had while with us
                Was like a candle, flick’ring
                In the darkness of our misery
 Of a traveler through this earth;
And that her smile, now with You,
                Has become a brilliant burning;
                And though we remain in mourning,
Hers is everlasting joy.


Well Written

Death is a hard thing to write about.  You did it well.

James | Fri, 04/16/2010

"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle


I must agree with James. I liked the rhyme and meter, it had a softeness and flowed easily. Not to mention that the poem itself is sad, and beautiful.

Hannah W. | Fri, 04/16/2010

trying not to be melodramatic

That was gorgeous. Just thought you should know.

Anna | Fri, 04/16/2010

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief


This makes me want to cry and rejoice all at the same time, Ezra.
But I think that's often the effect death has for Christians.

So beautiful.

Kyleigh | Sat, 04/17/2010

Thanks All

Has anyone read Tennyson's poem of similar title? It's good.

Ezra | Sat, 04/17/2010

"There are no great men of God. There are only pitiful, sorry men whose God is great beyond measure." - Paul Washer [originally Jonathan Edwards]


I just read it now... it's quite profound.
... but in some ways I think I like yours better.

Kyleigh | Thu, 04/22/2010

This is beautiful

This is beautiful and...moving.  Just lovely.

Clare Marie | Sat, 04/24/2010

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]


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