In the beginning it was said, “Let there be a God.”
Today an old man, a father, a friend, lies peacefully.
Eyes to the heavens
he recalls his life
because he cannot do otherwise
Born a Christian, he grew up in the rapturous surveil of the church.
He was good, dutiful, pious,
as they expected
because he should never do otherwise
He was a good man, a curious man, a sick man. He asked,
“Why did my sister die?” when she was so young,
“Why did I take a soul?” when he was conscripted,
“Why must there be cancer?” when the lumps appeared
They said to pray, “It is God’s will. We’re too small to know.”
And he understood the truth
at last
because it was otherwise
He became, a man branded and shunned, yet free.
He was still good, dutiful, kind,
for the simple reason that it’s right
because there is no other reason
Tomorrow he will dwell in the hearts of those who he touched.
There can be no better man or moral,
than he who loves for selfish joy,
because he is, and will eternally be remembered as,
A Good Man