(My deepest sympathies)
Today life’s strange journey, it seems anything, but long.
We’d only just now figured out the rhyme and rhythm of our song.
Though the melody is bitter and the harmony seems blue. Still that funky driving
bass line keeps us moving, hell we’re all just passing through.
And when our loved ones leave us, there’s a grief that lingers on,
a hollow empty heartache despite the singer or the song.
But an apostle’s job is to lead the way, to inspire and press on.
To be remembered every day long after they have gone.
And who should fit that moniker, far better than them all?
A gentle, sweet, and giant, man; a loving soul named Paul.
Some men practice politics, others medicine or law,
but fewer practice what they preach, in matters great or small.
Like a rare endangered species his absence has an impact on us all.
A lasting pain while we remain,
for even giants fall.
by D. Ryan Lafferty
Literary Crumbs: Poems & Short Stories to Savor by D. Ryan Lafferty 
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