I wait in the parking lot
Until I can finish sobbing along
To songs about the Resurrection,
Then walk through the parking lot,
Admiring the waning blue moon
As she wanes on the western horizon --
We will not see another such for years --
And go inside to numb my fresh grief
Among orderly lines of code.
(My friend, Father Thomas McKenzie, died yesterday in a car crash on I-40 west of Nashville. I hope to meet him again when the earth is remade by its glorious Redeemer.)
