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Poetry for Cliff

A Poem for Cliff

'For whoever would save his life will lose it,

and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it'

Matthew 16:25

To live we have to die

To gain life we need to suffer

This world is only a trial

For the beginning of a new life

So together we need to live

And repent to God for all our sins

As this short life is our only chance

We have to decide

Between eternal death and eternal life

A death of pain and uffering

A wish that we had lived

For now it is too late

Now we are in a place

Surrounded by hate

No Father that forgives and fulfills our lives

But instead where you are prey

Or else a place in heaven

Which we surely have to earn

Back in the land of paradise

With the God that brought us here

No need for faith or hope

But in perfection is peace and love

In a land where the richness flows

And everyone is alive

So take courage do not be afraid

He's right outside our hearts

Be generous and let him in

If you'd appreciate forgiveness for your sins

Now God has chosen one of us

Who freely gave his life

To serve as a role model

And open our eyes

~ your friend forever, David Calabe ~

Friendship defies and ignores distance

It weathers the hard times and

Shares the good

Together we have found this

Our friendship has provided

Acceptane and understanding

In a world that pushes people

Apart

I will always remain with the memories

Of the times we shared

Hope I'll make it near you

Till then

Always your friend

~ Robert Incorvaja ~

Remembering Cliff

As we are all gathered together today

To honour this our Cliff's birthday

We'll share the memories we hold so dear

Knowing that, while we do, he too is here

We remember the things closest to his heart

His family and friends from which he did part

We remember his smile on his beautiful face

Just one of many memories that time can't erase

We remember how much that bowling he liked

Now every game is just filled with strikes

We remember the boarding, oh the noise it makes

Now his jumps are as high as Heaven's gates

We remember tennis, for that was his goal

Now the serve is from God's racket of gold

We remember his love of games in puter land

Now he's shaking the prince of prussia's hand

We remember the horses he loved so much

Now his ride is through clouds, the stars to touch

We remember dogs, lessons brought from above

Now he's teaching about unconditional love

All of these things of Cliff we will always miss

Whether of holding him close or giving him a kiss

We must remember most though, he's now found his place

He walks in peace, with tranquility, in God's own grace

~ Morrigan O. Wilde ~

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You Ask Me

You ask me if the pain will stop

You ask me for how long

The terrible lonely longing

Echoes as a never-ending song.

It's a yearning tht never ceases

A love that can't be still

An ache to greet our loved one

A cry forever shrill.

You must think of him as living

To have only gone away

To greet the One who loves us

And who took his pain away.

Place him God's keeping

For He gave his only son

And peace will fall upon you

Until he too, to you says 'come'.

Just a simple veil divides us

From our loved ones over there

So think of him as living

And pray to him in prayer.

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~ Helen Catherine Cramer ~