This poem was written in loving memory of four friends. The first letter of each line is an acronym spelling out their names: Stephen (roommate), bud (grandpa), Larry, and Jack. I am fortunate to have known each of these wonderful men.
Since love is that which fills
The heart,
Every heart doth
Pry apart while
Holding on to
Every life, every life that dies.
Never, then, does life die alone.
But drags a piece of all behind
Under the sea. And in this way
Death doth kill.
Lonely lives,
Angry souls,
Rest as rare as
Rubies.
Yet there is love, there is hope.
Just as sure
As they are gone,
Comfort from our
King will come.
