A brief candle; both ends burning An endless mile;
a bus wheel turning A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You’re free at last.
written en route to the funeral for his friend, Ronnie Van Zant of the band,
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often
find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen
rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend
who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an
hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and
face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.