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January 1984

Where are you, Jonathan?
Flower of our seed, 
Flesh of our flesh,
Where are you?

It was early yet in your day, when you walked the great meadow
The sun but peeping over the mountain.
You were small, but your light was bright, 
A beacon as the sun from far skies.
Your day was yet young, 
But your promise strong with the shafting reaches of your mind.

Where are you, Jonathan?
I see you beside me, your hand in mine, 
Your trust implicit in your grasp.
I see you with the small farm creatures,
Artless like them, your hand spilling with grass.

Have we failed you, sweet spirit, promising visions not to be fulfilled?
Have we drawn the darkling clouds over your dawn?
You would not harbor such a thought, not speak it,
Your trust    steady as your smile.

Where are you, Jonathan?
Are you in the rapture that hovers with joy in the breast?
Are you in the molton love that fuses soul to soul?
Yes, we shall keep you steel strong in our hearts,
We shall share your light to the end of our days,
Soul to soul, breast to breast, spirit to spirit.

You are with us, Jonathan!       M.B.R.

Ritchie 
Holicong Pa
18928