Daniel John Bostedo born 20 May 1968 went Home 8 February 1993

This page is dedicated in loving memory of Daniel John Bostedo, son, brother, and friend who is dearly missed. I never had the pleasure of knowing this man, but I have heard many things about him, and even though I don't know him, I miss him. He was only 24 years old when he died. I really don't know what to say about him, as I never had the opportunity to meet him. From what his family tells me, he was really a great guy to be around. He will be missed.

The following are some poems my very dear friend has written and has given me explicit permission to use them. Thanx, Chris!!!



"Your Light"

by Christopher Bennett


Crossing the bridges
of existance,
through birth, life,
and death.
Experience builds upon
experience
in this vale of tears.
The Creator consoles us,
and what else really matters?

Lives are broken.
The earth swallows
our joy.
Is rejoicing possible?
Through tear glossed
eyes we raise our hands
above,
and plead for mercy,
and mercy falls overflowing.

There is a light through
that window,
bright and ever-pure.
What is this light,
you might chance to ask?
It is the same light that
came from the tomb of
the God-Man upon his
resurrection.
And that light is in you.



"Crucified" by Christopher Bennett

I lay before you
all that I am
or ever could be.
Christ Jesus take me,
your humbled child,
and mold me like clay.
Envelope me in the kiln
of your love,
until nothing remains
in me but You.
Take from me my
cowardice,
pride,
and self pity.
Replace them with you.

Crucified One,
humanity's Redeemer,
bruised for my transgressions,
pierced by the spear
in my own hands,
how could You love me?
Lord God of Hosts,
though I may forsake You
in my deeds,
I attempt to follow you.

Pitiful creature that I am,
You filled me with grace,
and embraced me.
And yet here I lay stumbling,
following my own will,
with the same
pathetic excuses.
Your mercy is limitless,
O Sovereign God.



"Life's Travesty"
by Christopher Bennett

Rain falls upon me
in endless torrents,
threatening to wash my
weak and tormented form
away by its very force.
O pathetic creature
that I am,
broken and torn,
unwillingly submitting to
this force that grasps me.

Tossed to and fro
like a tattered and
weather-beaten teddy-bear,
and then thrown to the dogs,
I lay helpless.
What use have I
to anyone but God?

My eyes raise to
the skies above,
and stare longingly
at the eternally bright
blanket of the night,
and a smile forms
upon my face.



"Nothing"
by Christopher Bennett

The monolithic anvil falls
from its celestial height,
shattering its unknowing
innocent victim.
With sharpened claws and
ready eyes,
it knew little more than to be
a predator,
never supposing itself
another's prey.
Designed from time immortal
for this singular purpose,
it consigns itself to fate.





"Oh death, where is your sting?
Oh Hades, where is your victory?
Christ is risen, and you are laid low;
Christ is risen, and the demons are struck down;
Christ is risen, and the angels rejoice;
Christ is risen, and the life is abundant and free;
Christ is risen, and there are no dead left in the tombs!"
(St. John Chrysostom)