The man’s world was rocked to the core
The man saw death, death to all he ever loved
The man saw darkness, and it penetrated everything
And the man despaired
And he languished and cursed the name of God.
In time the man lived into his loneliness
And he grieved and grieved and grieved
And after a long, long while the man lived into his grieving as well
And thus at long last the man began to find a measure of healing.
After all these things had come to pass
The man finally determined
To put forth a memorial scholarship in the name of his son
For in losing his son, the object of his love
He had found that his love yet still remained
Now, at last, he could release his love again, in the name of his only son
And into the lives of other young men and women.
For the man had found the supreme gift
That everything is IN-God
All things good and all things bad and all things in between
Even the death of his son
Even his languishing and curse of God
That everything IN-God can yet be found OF-God.
For this is the way it went:
Death killed the man’s son
The son’s death killed the man’s spirit
Dead in spirit, the man killed his God
Lost of his God, the man pronounced death to joy and despaired.
Yet the persistence of grief eventually killed his attempt to final despair
And grief itself was killed when at last the man surrendered
And died to death itself
And realized that there, in the face of it all, he still remained
Plainly stark and wholly spilled out he remained.
Remaining, the man wept
Deeply and fully
And there, in that moment, the man worshiped.
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