Most men find friendship, but best friends are few.
Having you as my friend’s, and brother’s too,
Blows like the wind, in the middle of the night,
Coming in abundance, with blythe in tow.
When you need one most, God provides you a friend,
To share life’s journey, and a drink, now and then,
No questions asked, or answers given,
But plenty slipped through, to name just a few.
Our lives have blended, and demeanor refreshed,
Our friendship in comfort, like a cold winter’s vest.
You came and you conquered, you did your best,
Leaving the unfinished, for all the rest.
We sensed that bond, early in our lives,
As God dealt the hand, we’d carry through life.
Like all good things, God’s plans for us changed.
He had a vision, He’d not yet given.
The clock was running, the days slipping by,
Taking you with them, to the Heavens nearby.
You kicked and fought, all through the night.
Delaying God’s plan, with all of your might.
A short time away, God sat on His throne,
Singing out loud….”Son…come Home.”
You as friend, and Brother too,
God in His Wisdom, gave us two in one.
He shared you with us, three score and one,
Along with His Image, and bleeding wounds,
As God would have it, you are not here,
He’s called you to Heaven, to do His bidding.
Your business here, having been done.
Leaves us here, to shift all alone.
Now we are short…a Brother, a Friend,
Longing to see you, as the Heaven’s rejoice,
Not a minute too soon, would be our choice……………..cjlb
In memory of my brother, Walter Warren Brooks
9-11-38 to 9-17-2008
PHOTO CREDIT: Charles, Walter, Mike – 1956 and 2001