elegy almost

Miracle on June 11^th 2017

I would write an elegy but, you see, you didn’t stay dead.

Your wife and daughters cried and moaned in church

when they saw your blank eyes and greenish-gray skin.

They touched your wrist, your neck—no pulse.

I left the church with some others, thinking you were gone.

I thought about how your homecoming would be sweet.

I’d go home and put your wife on my widows prayer list,

but no, I’d wait for confirmation. There were people praying.

Then the amazing news that you visited heaven and returned.

You saw a dusty road, Jesus and millions of children,

We serve an awesome God. May others receive Him

because of your testimony of the things you’ve seen.

Happy 63^rd Anniversary!