Elegy for a Lost Leader
The spring blossoms weep in their pinks and their whites,
The forest greens shake and shimmer in sights.
The rain now sweeps down on this hushed silent day
As the clouds wring their waters to quench our dismay.
Now coolness creeps in to stir the front page
A breeze to pass shadows that absorb his old age.
The sun now has set but leaves lines cross the land,
Glimpses of freedom, the skies hold his hand.
We are the grieving beneath the night sky
Who watched him cast ‘way the world’s sad supply.
We hold to his memory as a spark that lives on,
Hearing his laughter that lightened as dawn.
And we the new readers, generations apart,
look to the glory contained in his heart.
Up to the heavens that hold this great man,
Seeking God’s mercy, His unanswered plan.
We search for a scent of his leftover trail,
We walk through the fragrance of life, oh so frail.
We hold to the wisps of the sunshine, his smile,
And we breathe in his wisdom to echo his style.
June 6, 2004
Jodi Girouard
The rain now sweeps down on this hushed silent day
Heaven weaping for the passing of a great spirit from off the face of the earth...and weeping for joy at his return home.