Much Too Soon
In this role of mine, Over the past three score years and more
Death has visited my door many a time
A priest I am, thus, a duty I must perform
Not a cherished one, but one I must
Sometimes….. Much too soon
I have lived and work long enough
Seeing my best friend tamed by death
There was no retreat from this call
How my heart aches rendering this duty
So young, so full of life
Much ….too soon
Death without noticed it pays its visit
All who live will ere its call
No friends it favors
It calls all
Children too hear its ring
Much….. too soon
Yet within this bounding mystery
Love abound is shown
Around the bend whence we dwell
I see a daughter, tending her aging Mom
With patience, dignity and the majesty of love and care
Hoping death will wait awhile
But she knows it will come
Much …..Too soon
Through task and toils unknown
She knows the visit is near
Her Mom's star that once so brightly shone, now is slowly dimmed
For her, whenever midnight comes
Her suffering soul will not pray alone
But alas it still will be
Much…. too soon
I must continue this task,
To see a young man of twenty, eleven bullets in his body
His parents ravished by others misdeeds
Now their Sorrows weeps in pain and blood;
Withdraw, I cannot, I am the comforter, here below
I must carry on, the task will come again,
Alas Much…. too soon
Many a duty I have performed
Came with perplexity and grief
But however it comes be it young or old
With grief I attend my duty
Because we care and love all who dwell with and around us
But this we know we are not forsaken by our God
Even in death which comes
MUCH TOO SOON .
In this role of mine, Over the past three score years and more
Death has visited my door many a time
A priest I am, thus, a duty I must perform
Not a cherished one, but one I must
Sometimes….. Much too soon
I have lived and work long enough
Seeing my best friend tamed by death
There was no retreat from this call
How my heart aches rendering this duty
So young, so full of life
Much ….too soon
Death without noticed it pays its visit
All who live will ere its call
No friends it favors
It calls all
Children too hear its ring
Much….. too soon
Yet within this bounding mystery
Love abound is shown
Around the bend whence we dwell
I see a daughter, tending her aging Mom
With patience, dignity and the majesty of love and care
Hoping death will wait awhile
But she knows it will come
Much …..Too soon
Through task and toils unknown
She knows the visit is near
Her Mom's star that once so brightly shone, now is slowly dimmed
For her, whenever midnight comes
Her suffering soul will not pray alone
But alas it still will be
Much…. too soon
I must continue this task,
To see a young man of twenty, eleven bullets in his body
His parents ravished by others misdeeds
Now their Sorrows weeps in pain and blood;
Withdraw, I cannot, I am the comforter, here below
I must carry on, the task will come again,
Alas Much…. too soon
Many a duty I have performed
Came with perplexity and grief
But however it comes be it young or old
With grief I attend my duty
Because we care and love all who dwell with and around us
But this we know we are not forsaken by our God
Even in death which comes
MUCH TOO SOON .
