Snow blankets the earth on
this February day. With a heavy heart,
we drove to church to attend a funeral
for a young man and to sing in the choir.
Fleeting moments of the sun attempting
to warm our spirits through the white
sky. Weather person must have been
asleep for the forecast. A mere couple
inches was not the full story. Make that
six to eight inches and still falling.
Unplowed, untreated streets made
for difficult driving. Our music
ministry for family and friends
includes singing for funerals.
Where are words of comfort?
How do we express our sorrow
when a young person is snatched
from us? Not even thirty and
we pause to pray and mourn him.
Why we ask ourselves?
All that remains is silence.
Our keepsake will be the
memories from which we
will never part. Why?
And why again? How do we
manage to live on? Why and
why again? How can this be right
and just? Why? And why again?