…the colour from her dream
it drained right through dimensions
the syntax and the stream
euphonious not to mourners
the notes unveiled in grief
but heaven writes the harmonies
and descants of relief
a young life filled with purpose
and at peace with what was granted
the air broke into sombre tears
and drenched our hearts enchanted
our thoughts fragmented bloodlessly
were washed and torn united
we shared the pieces silently
a mosaic of love requited
We will never be the same again
for all the death we’ve seen
my heart is full of unexplained
it bows to deeds unseen…
(I have always loved this song…now it’s on repeat in my head since Friday, it was the recessional song for young Tyler’s funeral. That whole experience was incredibly moving. We hadn’t been in touch for a while as he had moved away. But we truly had no idea how many people he had touched with his loving, compassionate, fun filled ways. His Dad shared the story that a couple of weeks before his accident, his girlfriend had a dream that he died. She was, of course, really upset by it and discussed it with Tyler. Being the mature 20 year old that he was, he talked about what he would want if it actually happened. One of the things that came out was that he wanted to be an organ donor. So as of that morning, his Dad informed everyone during his tribute, that two men had been saved by his kidneys. Darrin and I believe that dream was heaven sent.
So many ordinary, unsung heroes.
(It was played on repeat as 1500 of us walked with the coffin up to the cemetery. Oh my gosh…I will never forget it.
Then there’s that very unordinary Hero who keeps amazing me with His mysterious ways…)