This is a little poem I wrote when my grandpa passed away. Tragedy brings out the author in our family, maybe.
Tribute to Grandpa Streaky
*All in italics are bible psalm quotes, property of their respective authors.

The clouds parted as light passed through them
And entered into Heaven’s courtyard
It took the form of man
And man saw God.

I praise you, God, for you
raised me up…from Sheol,
you kept me from going down
to the pit.


There was silence
As servant beheld his master
And master reviewed his servant
Though he already knew him to be sincere.
Then the master opened the gates
And servant followed his master through
And they walked together.

Next to me…
None shall they falter.

Through sky after sky
They walked the expanse
Between life and death
And man recalled for his master
A life, a life of innocence
Flawed only by the presence
Of original sin
And the master listened
To an autobiography of the sort
That perhaps a saint might rival
And a saint alone.

I have walked without blame.
In the Lord I have trusted.


They finished where they had started
And man beheld the invincible city of legend
He looked to the Master, and the Master saw his query
The gates of Heaven opened, and the loyal one was saved
As the light of salvation fell upon him
And the Lord smiled.