He stood at the grave.
The soldiers were at attention
and the mourners bore sad witness
to his Father’s passing.
He remembered the stern voice
demanding whether his homework was complete
and the smell of dirt
on the baseball field
where they played.
He still tasted the Coca Cola at the All-Star game
when he walked just about everyone
and his Father left him in the game.
Death is a journey
the Priest said
in a calm voice
as if he really knew
what lay on the other side
of Midnight.
What do we think
while we pass through the rituals
of death
What does God think
of the blindness
that keeps us from seeing Him
as we wonder
what our funeral
will look like
and whether everyone
will be sad.
None of us will lie in State
nor leave a legacy
like his.
None of us will pass
this way again.
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