THE LOST SHADOW

What good could it do to cry
for someone we thought had died
look around, with hope for what more
could a true friend do, but hide.

he's here, if we have eyes for him
he's here if we have love for him
he's in the morning breeze,
he's in the birds' flight
he's in the flowing rivers,
and as a star on a lonely night.

we see him playing, and laughing and joking
and doing everything he might
in our hearts, for our memories
of him, never blur, the slight.

In stifling silence, he talks to us
being happy where he is
for he's in heaven's bliss.
Roads of gold lead upto there
there people pearly white
he's at home, away from home..
being one of God's own,
and known far and wide.

he is the lost one, he is
but just living above us, on cloud nine
he's there for His work, also the Chosen one,
gone maybe for a greater cause, divine.
Amen.