Circle Of Life Poem by Roy Davenport

Life was interrupted in April by a call that we all must heed one day.
Despite countless brushes with eternity, we couldn't believe he was gone,
or perhaps it was just that you can never prepare for that kind of loss.
So now we count days since he left us and shred the occasional tear,
reminded daily by memories stirred by familiar faces or words penned by
his God-given gift of poetry he lovingly shared with all.

But life goes on and we accept the loss and let time soothe our hearts.
The pain never leaves completely but becomes like an old friend,
silent, always in the background, looking for ways to remind us.
But just as surely as evening follows day, life follows death
and the circle, never ending, completes another rotation.
New life is breathed into existence, filling our hearts again with joy.

So it goes, on and on, life and death, God's plan being fulfilled.
Souls passing in the coming and going accompanied both ways
by Angelic presence watching and sharing in the grief and joy.
So we wait in anticipation of new life, one already blessed by
a loving great grandfather who accompanied the journey and
watches daily the little Angel waiting to join the circle of life.

To Dad

Roy Willis Davenport © 2009