In the stillness of night
my friend’s journey ended,
sorrow consumed my soul;
words of good-bye
hung helplessly on my tongue.
I welcome the descent
of memories, which come
like snowflakes settling on my mind
reflections of hikes through woods
and along mountain paths.
The duration of our friendship was short;
yet, I was incredibly blessed
that God sent into my heart
such a steadfast friend.
For as long as I have memory,
I will celebrate the life of my friend
in visionary splendors of descending memories:
but only God can heal a grieving heart.
John W. (Bill) Williams is a retired language arts and children’s literature educator. He lives in Martin, GA, where he stays busy with his art and poetry. He has been published in a variety of venues.