the valley of the shadow

it is cool this morning
here in Oxford
can't help but thinking about a friend,
he and his family walking through the valley,
the valley of the shadow..
his father is about to walk through the door,
into the great mystery..
i remember when my dad crossed over,
suddenly there was a void in me not there before,
nothing can prepare you for this,
but we have this hope
all because of a tomb vacant of any bones,
of any sign that a body decayed there..
"O death where is thy victory?!"
"where is thy sting?"
please offer a prayer for my friend today,
and for his father.

wkm
Oxford