My dear father crossed the gossamer veil into eternity on Saturday.  The day after I posted “The Wings of the Dawn“.

Somehow I believe the penning of the words, inspired by a sunrise the day before, was my divine preparation for his final bow.  Prophetic catharsis.

With every sunrise, a sunset; with every sunset, a sunrise.  I swap out the photo and change the words slightly, and re-post in his memory.

Love you, dad.  Rest in peace and rise in glory.  Until we meet again …

Harvest moon emerges center stage

As daylight ebbs out of sight

Caught up in a twilight moment in time

He peers through the gossamer veil.

Sun departs into the west with fiery passion

His body surrounded by Light’s embrace

God breathes into him His tender compassions

Carried home upon the wings of the night.