Remembering a Good man

Tears behind my eyes, half swallowed down my throat.
Being true with myself in these words that I just wrote.

My mind clouded in a fog in the emptiness I feel.
Anger, doubt frustration- I’m just being real.

I lost my cousin, my brother.  I lost a close friend.
It’s a wound in my spirit no stitching will mend.

A lesson I have learned, and was reminded of
Beyond my religion. Beyond faith. Beyond love.

Tomorrow is not promised to any woman - to any man
What will you do today to execute on your plan?

Who will you influence? For whom do you pray?
The good you do remains while our bodies pass away.

My brother and my friend he dealt with daily pain.
But lived a life of love and he spoke to you so plain
My brother never pretended to be what was he was not.
He always shared his everything whether a little or a lot.
Some here may have amassed much material gain.
And piled up shiny glories to cover all their stains.
He was Godly man.  He owned his every blot.
Never had an ulterior motive or any narcissistic plot.

He didn’t mind a little trouble.  He’d get in and he’d get out.
He always had my back despite my chosen route.

But what we do for others matters, our words and our support.
One day we’ll be judged by an everlasting court.

My beloved counselor.  He had his own flaws.
He left my life too soon without a reasonable cause.

I was not ready to lose him.  None of us here are.
What happened to the seat belt?  What happened to his car?

I wonder on the timing.  I wonder on Gods plan.
Why do you now take this beloved father, beloved man?

What of my own timing?  Gods plan for my own life?
How to sustain my children? My home? My job? My wife?

Will I be gone tomorrow?  I am fragile as was he!
We must face that doubt with passion to be what we must be!

And to continue becoming the greatness that God already has instilled.
To continue moving forward in His ever sovereign will.

I challenge us today.  Think not on the morning.
We have only this moment, whether sunny weather storming.

To do Gods will as manifested in your mind.
My brother left too soon. Suddenly out of time.

But we have this one chance.  Give our best today.
And balance all the duties and still make time to play.

But an even deeper challenge is to love what God has made.
To face uncertain tomorrow - and to face it unafraid.

It's loving what I do - Loving who I am
Every day I must renew - my commitment to my plan

I miss you deeply my brother. And I thank you for all you gave.
You share with me your wholeness even beyond a grave.

And so we search our hearts for strength to mourn and let you go.
I’m in no mood for celebration.  I’ll miss you always bro.
 

By JAPOC - Just Another Piece Of Clay, September 2018