Poems, Prayers, and Promises from a Country Parson

I stand in an empty room

My roommate for two years left for home this morning. He will start a new appointment and plans to get married in December. I wrote this little poem in response to our time together.

I stand in an empty room.

You have packed up your books.

You have stowed away your clothes.

Your bed is stripped of the sheets.

I stand in an empty room.

Two years ago you stood in an empty room.

Then piece by piece I brought my stuff inside.

Book by book and sock by sock.

We filled this room with laughter and love.

If these walls could talk what would they say?

The stories we told.

The jokes we made.

The pains we expressed.

I stand in an empty room.

Your tokens of life have been removed.

Yet now I know that you are still here.

In my memories that I will cherish so dear.

This room is full of laughter and love.

And I pray that when I leave.

When the books are packed,

And the last drawer cleaned

That those who move in will experience

The brotherly love

That was known

My the two men

Who once lived in a little piece of Heaven,

Grice 107.

posted by Hugh @ 8:09 AM