Three Circles

Three Circles
Joined again by the hand of fate,
Without warning two lives connected.
Over time a fresh life was born
By feelings new and resurrected.

Each life a circle with endless needs,
To keep the ties which bind them so.
Day and night they move on and on,
Almost daring the third, "Let it go!"

But the new found life grows on its own,
Strengthened by a desire to share.
Stealing time is not so easy,
Yet accepted by two who care.

Nourished by a mutual trust
And woven by strange twists and turns,
This circle of life continues on
Sparked by a desire to learn.

Unique to this are destined friends,
Balancing both joy and strife.
Thus creating a lasting niche;
Within three circles of life.

Dad left us instructions for this very Funeral Mass. At the end of these instructions, he left us a message, and so during the dark times right after he died, when we wondered how we would cope with this, we read what he had left us and knew the answer.

He wrote, “I don’t know if they allow the deceased to have much say about funerals, but I hope there will be recognition that this is a time where the joy should outshine the sadness. ‘Eye has not seen and ear has not heard what God has waiting for those who love him.’ (1 Cor. 2:9) The happiness I’ve experienced in my life is beyond my wildest expectations… and yet I know the best is yet to come. So please make this a happy time.”

OK Dad, if you say so, we will.