It began as a whisper,
Carried by the sweetness of emotion.
The world holds no simple truths.
He asks, "Why are you not well?"
The river merges with the ocean—
Does the sunlight not kiss the sea?
I learned that truth from another.
I cannot repay what you have given me.
Will you receive him with grace?
May the gates of heaven not turn him away.
Yes, there was laughter, there was joy.
Lord, please lift him from his grief.