Sunday Morning,

I heard the phone at Five, and wondered at it’s shattering noise.

My Mama’s voice on the other end, summoning me to come.

“Daddy had a bad night – can you come?”

Less than sixteen hours later, he had a call.

It was his Father’s voice on the other end, summoning him home.

“Your mansion is ready, Mark — you can come.”


This morning, now, missing him so much,

Knowing he didn’t have a bad night,

Knowing he is safely home,

The tears are for me and for my precious Mama,

For my brothers and sisters and the people we married,

For the grandchildren and great grandchildren.

They say our loss is Heaven’s gain, and I believe it’s true.

Rejoicing there, I do believe, and choosing to believe,

Refreshes here, the joy that trickles in my heart.

Merry  Christmas, Daddy.


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3 responses to “

  1. I have no words ….. just tears for those left behind.  May you feel the Father especially near today … I love you!  PS – Merry Christmas.

  2. We are praying and thinking of you and your family this Christmas Season, we love you and your family. Merry Christmas to you and your family!

  3. I have so words of wisdom, my friend.  Just know that I love you and your Mama.

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