Connection, love, need Have brought us to your door. Steel-grey walls – austere and cold, Belie the loving hearth and home. A holy candle six foot tall Where once a flame was lit To light the dark and set a spark For seekers one and all. A crib, a font, an icon hanging on the wall The setting sun lights up the room, A full and busy life comes into view, Your books in line and now we see A desk where precious thoughts Were penned and bound to touch The hearts of people all around. There, music and laughter filled the air, A glass or two of wine were shared And talk of love and life were found. Your jacket hangs upon the chair Like many a morning you were there That day we felt the loss, We grieved for you And as the sun rose in the sky, We bowed on holy ground And said a prayer.
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