Dear Father Pecotte:
Nearly eleven years ago, when Tim was in a dire situation and facing possible death, members of the Sphere were asked to post comments or poems for him. If I recall correctly, you collected and delivered those messages to Tim. Below is the verse I wrote at the time:
For Tim: A Huntsman Far From Home
Because you've wandered far away
And we have lost your track,
Remember friends who wait and pray,
Think home, and double back.
Richard Meyer
19 September 2007
Now I offer this little verse, a farewell to a comrade in the craft:
For Tim: A Huntsman Nearing Home
No need of pack or shouldered gun,
you stride the hunter’s final trail
and journey toward the risen sun.
A dove, pure white from beak to tail,
takes wing close by to lead you on:
A gate. A welcome lodge. The dawn.
Richard Meyer
21 June 2018
Last edited by Richard Meyer; 06-21-2018 at 04:11 PM.
Reason: revision to poem
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