SonOfSamwise
10-30-2006, 02:49 PM
Eulogy for a Friend
Rick didn’t want to die.
I remember him entering church last June and seeing me in the back row.
There was a spark in his recognition when he said “SonOfSamWise?”
I imagine every time a fresh face, new or old, stumbled across his path, his weak heart stirred in hopes that this would be the one whose hands could heal him.
I wished I could heal him.
I wanted to heal him.
I always want to heal my friends, my fellows and my family.
I wish I could have healed him.
It was the first time that I’d seen him in about 10 years or so.
The first I learned of his heart condition, well hidden was his woe.
I wonder how it was he felt, since I guess he always knew.
Promises in his life did blossom, though in pale and fading hues.
Did he hope by wrenching on his Harley he’d fix the heart that leaked his life?
Will the spirit he bolted into his bike join him beyond all earthly strife?
I wish I could have healed him, but today I learned he died.
Many grieve. So young was he. Rick didn’t want to die.
He didn’t want to die, though he passed so peacefully.
The valves in his heart just grew too weak, so he calmly went to sleep.
Jesus healed the sick and wretched with boundless faith and love.
Through His love and sacrifice we’re all cleansed by His Good blood.
Now I have more understanding and thanks for His sacrifice.
It’s scares me to wish I was more like Jesus, so I could recall young Richard’s life.
‘Good-bye my friends its hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the autumns’ in the air
Little children everywhere
Think of me and I’ll be there.’
In memory of Richard Polanis.
Rick didn’t want to die.
I remember him entering church last June and seeing me in the back row.
There was a spark in his recognition when he said “SonOfSamWise?”
I imagine every time a fresh face, new or old, stumbled across his path, his weak heart stirred in hopes that this would be the one whose hands could heal him.
I wished I could heal him.
I wanted to heal him.
I always want to heal my friends, my fellows and my family.
I wish I could have healed him.
It was the first time that I’d seen him in about 10 years or so.
The first I learned of his heart condition, well hidden was his woe.
I wonder how it was he felt, since I guess he always knew.
Promises in his life did blossom, though in pale and fading hues.
Did he hope by wrenching on his Harley he’d fix the heart that leaked his life?
Will the spirit he bolted into his bike join him beyond all earthly strife?
I wish I could have healed him, but today I learned he died.
Many grieve. So young was he. Rick didn’t want to die.
He didn’t want to die, though he passed so peacefully.
The valves in his heart just grew too weak, so he calmly went to sleep.
Jesus healed the sick and wretched with boundless faith and love.
Through His love and sacrifice we’re all cleansed by His Good blood.
Now I have more understanding and thanks for His sacrifice.
It’s scares me to wish I was more like Jesus, so I could recall young Richard’s life.
‘Good-bye my friends its hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the autumns’ in the air
Little children everywhere
Think of me and I’ll be there.’
In memory of Richard Polanis.