His tide went out
with the rising of the Hunter's moon
in all its fullness and hunger,
that early July morn
For days and weeks
his body ebbed away, bit by bit
until his gaunt frame
sighed its final exhale
The sound of that breath,
though faint, much the same
as YHWH's very name—
a final note of coming hope
A beautiful,concise, description of the end of Ken's days here on earth. Appropriate,touching words...I thank you. Love, Mum
ReplyDeleteAww... Love you, too, Mum <3
DeleteSometimes fewer words are better, but I wanted to write something to mark the day. Uncle Ken touched so many and made his part of the world a much better place.