The Writer

The Writer

Like the pen of a prolific writer
Flowing with words that describe the story
Likewise the heart of one broken
Flowing with tears that describe the loss

The loss that is beyond measure
The flight of someone so dear
O Heaven would pause to wonder
Why must this be so?

Like the brush of a skilful artist
Painting images across a wide open canvas,
Likewise the feelings of one distraught
Painted across the canvas of his heart

His heart torn beyond measure
Bidding farewell to someone so dear,
O Heaven would pause to wonder
Why must this be so?

Like the music of an accomplished maestro
Taking in stride the highs and lows
Likewise the emotions of one grieving
Coping with the tide and ebb of life

Of life so fragile and tender
The life of someone he calls dear
O heaven would pause to wonder
Why must this be so?

Like the wheel of an expert potter
Creating the shape of things to be
Likewise the hopes of one praying
Creating a better person with each turn of day

Of days so fleeting, we wonder
Only memories remain of someone dear
O heaven would pause to ponder
This is why it's so.

MT
14 December 2010