| Why are you standing here so still, so longing, my friend? I grieve for the man who could have been but for my own actions. I grieve for the man who could have kept his word, stood his guard and saved his love. I grieve for the man who could have trained his children in truth and love and justice. I grieve for the man who could have been a blessing to those he touched – with water for the thirsty, food for the hungry, shelter and comfort for the weary and distressed, fire for the cold. I grieve for the man whose blood now lies cold, whose flesh now lies rotting on my bones.” I also grieve for you my friend. I too grieve for what could have been and I grieve for your future which choice may yet thwart. And more, I grieve for you whose keen eyes have had to witness the decay. But death need not end with grief nor cold blood end belief. For rotting flesh may be refreshed and even dry bones may be refleshed! I tell you the truth – If you will die with me, you will also rise with me. |