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.
a poem in my pocket 
May 04, 2021 @ 18:39:31
I’m so sorry Lynn. I’m sure your father planted many seeds. (K)
May 05, 2021 @ 17:38:01
I’m one of the fruits 🙂 Thanks, K.
May 04, 2021 @ 16:59:26
I am so sorry for your loss, Lynn. Please accept my deepest condolences.. this is a beautiful tribute poem.
May 04, 2021 @ 17:36:17
Thank you, Sanaa…I appreciate your kind thoughts.
May 04, 2021 @ 14:31:50
I think the pastor gave you great comfort…
May 04, 2021 @ 13:52:01
This is so incredibly beautiful — heart-breaking and restoring at the same time.
May 04, 2021 @ 16:40:14
Glad you see both sides…me too
May 04, 2021 @ 11:45:42
Poignant and sad. Beautifully expressed.