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Four years since your departure,
four years since you went away,
dead sky full of winter
attendant at your grave.
Your passing was a blessing,
is the lie we tell.

Never again to touch you,
tepid record of voice and face.
All our season’s finite
as is each mortal life.
Hope that you are at peace
in a place free from strife.

The God that you believed in
came to take you home,
chill of death and winter
both cut deep to the bone.
Know that we your children
so often pray for you.

You, our loving father,
who showed us such virtue.
No words can you express now
that we can take to heart,
past lessons must suffice
as glean we your life’s art.