LAST LEAF FALLING



I.

A bit rough around the edges
Said Love

With tears
And a quivering voice

Like the fields he farmed
The soil that felt his footfall

Strong and straight
Loyal

Not easy then with
Weakness in another

Vulnerability became him
As with surprising grace
He himself surrendered

Allowing us a glimpse
Of something more tender

Faith-filled

Praying his way Homeward
With an eye for the frailest
Left behind

II.

He is laid to rest now
In this land that he loved

A calm November day
Sun shining, birds singing

Breeze blowing
Bough of trees bending

River flowing
Rainbow in a clear
Blue sky

Last leaf falling
Whistling in the wind

In this place there is
Peace

(In memory of Fr. Roger Rafter sac)

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