Seven days ago
my oldest nephew was murdered…
while helping someone in need…
in a case of mistaken identity.
I have not
found the words to name this pain.
I do not have the capacity to hold it,
so I hold my breath
and scour his Facebook page
for pretty words
and praise for who he was
and think about small moments of joy
like the time I spent two weeks ago
with Colleen’s flowers.
Rest in Peace, Dear Byron.
Thank you for the gifts of your smile,
your open heart,
your joyful presence.
Until we meet again,
I will hold you in my heart.
Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. (I Corinthians 15:51-54 KJV)