Wednesday, September 28, 2005

To Christopher

It happened to one of our own.
It happened to one of our own precious young men;
One filled with zeal and passion for God.

A soul was overwhelmed with unknown emotion.
Vision was momentarily clouded.

And in his blindness he was lost to us.

He slipped away, gone from our presence.
Lost to us

But not to Him.

Our souls would be filled with total despair
But for God.