I looked around the sanctuary and
Just couldn’t recognize a soul today
Kept eyes forward
Listened for
My own
Name tucked deep among
Other stories from every
Person you touched
Quietly over the years
Reached back for
Something you said
Trouble you
Understood
Very
Well.
Xenial,
You always were, and
Zero-Hour 9 am.
About your losses, your
Boy, your girl
Can’t be possible they
Died before you
Except they did, those dear
Friends, all our joy still lives in your
Great good
House
Early Morning Poems 