In the Wake

In the wake with those left behind
    More than a solitary tear topples down my face
Bright are the memories that I find
    When I look, in my heart, at your place

A cheerful voice is what I expect
    To come floating in at any moment
Yet these empty halls can only recollect
    Your life, from us, which has been rent

On a greater hope, our promised course
    That together with you and Christ
    Your life lost was no heist
But we shall spend eternity at joy's source

    We miss your voice and your bright smile
    Yet your departure is but for a while

By Pete Scopes