My friend died last Saturday.  Dead before he could pursue his dreams, and
the life he deserved.  He just graduated with an accounting degree.  He was
so young, so loved, and he will be dearly missed.  I will always remember
the times we mountain biked together. 

No matter how rich or how poor, how smart or how stupid, how kind or how
cruel, death awaits us all.  But be kind, be generous, and be just, for life
will be better served and lived.


        Searching

Is there a place for the gentle being,
 of caring heart,
   of thoughtful mind,
     of harmonious nature?

I pondered as I sit.
I cried as I discover.
I stood as I recognize.

My hands clenched.
My body enfeebled.
My spirit broken.

 What now?
   What then?
     What for?

Stop the traffic.
Ground the planes.
Hold still the Earth.

Nothin' matters no more.

I stood in hopeless dreary.
I beg for gentle kindness.
I sunk in a mess of confusion.

No hopes,
  No dreams,
    No future.

Upon seeing him in the gleaming coffin,
        I realize,
        I understand,
        I accept.

Death comes even for the gentle being.




                       -- Rest In Peace and May Your Spirit Soar.

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