Goodbye Harry

Another friend dies. Death is what happens to life.

May you know rest - not artificially in armchairs and in front of tvs
But deep rest held in the gaze of the King.

May you know the hope of recreation - not artificial hips and zimmer frames
But deep hope in a world flooded with grace.

May you know companionship again - not by timetable nor appointment
But the everlasting dance of the Trinity.

May you meet her again - not in a wrist bound locket
But face to face and cheek to cheek.

May you shake His hand, Harry. May you shake His hand.

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