A tearful reunion, when my memories drift,
bittersweet moments, resurrected by the sound
of melancholy chords that compel me to reminisce.
A “whisper” from Above, when I viewed the painting,
encapsulated by a sense of silence that surrounds
Yoseph’s deathbed – Yeshua and Miriam at his side.
The night before you passed, a sense of urgency
brought me to my knees, for half an hour in prayer;
(past efforts only ever amounted to a few minutes).
My only explanation, I was sustained by the Ruach,
to endure for the sake of a parting gift to your soul,
that you would be gently lifted up to Shomayim.