a poem in my pocket

The day my father died,

warm body barely cooled,

Holy Spirit nudged pastor

to visit; he offered prayer

as hearse driver waited.

We circled to hold hands

with hospice social worker,

asking God for His peace.

Pastor said, “Death is

like planting a seed…”

Linking to dVerse poets invited to write quadrille (44 words) on “seed” theme.