DEDICATED TO SHANNON

In all my silent moments
 I see your face
You come between my grief
And somehow find a place
To still the tide within me
And comfort bequeath.

When death knocked at the doorway
 You were always there
To speak silent words of comfort
And offer with me your prayer.

I remember your silent longing
 I remember your letting go
And the boyish longing in you
When death struck its final blow.

Yet somehow peace does fill me
As I search throughout my grief
For I feel so strong God's purpose
As life turns yet another leaf.

Two children, friends in bondage
Shared so shortly in this life
Join hands in His great wisdom
Blessed Eternal Life.

              © Helen Catherine Cramer
                            Written 17th June 1982

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