An Epitaph To My Pet

A bird that I forgot to feed and water!

 

A daily ray of sunshine, my friend was.

With the songs of the Most High, he entertained me day by day.

This friend of mine—a prisoner of my friendship.

 

For years, we enjoyed the intimacy of close friends.

With the rainbow he was dressed—his clothing was that of those dressed by the Almighty himself.

This friend of mine—a prisoner of my friendship.

 

 

But I began to forget him.

With a holy bond, that of friends who walk with the God of love, we were bound.

This friend of mine—a prisoner of my friendship.

 

His pain as intense as a summer fire of the dry bush, I didn’t feel because I forgot my obligation.

With the endurance of our Lord, he bore it quietly.

This friend of mine—a prisoner of my friendship.

 

 

In peace he rests.

With the peace of the dead who are without sin, he has returned whence he came.

This friend of mine—a prisoner of my friendship.

 

A footnote he became in the record of sins that our Great Father of mercies keeps

With whom I confess my sin.

This friend of mine—a prisoner of my friendship.

 

 

Forgiveness I have and peace, too.

But how bitter that peace tastes this day when my friend is no more.

This friend of mine—a prisoner of my friendship.