Spirit of the Son

On your passage
Song of truth
Spirit of sweetness
Sighing cedars
Calling down this
Melancholy moon
Your presence strong
Voiced in loving chapters

There is a God
Your life told me so with
adoration carved
in Petoskey stone
We all will join you
Silver spun and drunk undone
We crumble as we breathe
But always, ever after, we remain.
Perfect imperfections

In a world made out of dreams.
Shall we run away
Shall we walk whispers
As others stumble over words
In stillness there is a message
An open ended invitation
Always available
Forever inscribed
His unconditional love of family
Scored with the red ink of love
Parted with truest blue blood
Reserved for a Prince;
a Son; a sweet, sweet spirit
Embracing his journey with God.

© June 27, 2009 In Loving Memory of Frank Ethan Ball IV