I stood beside the grave of a good man
And listened to the bugle’s cry.
Here was a noble life
Full of years and many friends,
And here we laid his body down.
But not to sleep.
The part of him that lived
This is not a passing,
But a change.
There was no falling asleep,
But a final awaking.
Not a stumble,
But a swift step to Glory.
In memory of Charlie Mathews (1922-2014)
I know, I know.
I promised a follow-up NaNo post.
I would love to say that I have been so involved in finishing my novel, that I haven’t had time for anything else.
But that didn’t happen either.
In fact, Christmas happened.
Then the sludge that is “Christmas Break Brain” set in, and I couldn’t even write a witty facebook update, much less a book (or a blog post).
So, the unfinished NaNo post has just been sitting on my desktop all this time – occasionally glaring at me for my neglect.
I’ll get to it. I promise.
In the meantime, there’s a new Doodle. Check it out.