RL's poem for Teddy

TEDDRICK

It Was His Time.

There is never enough Time.

There is wasted Time, Faithful Fruitful time,

Best of Time, Sadness & Tear Time.

Time of challenge, of loss, of great gains.

There is never enough Time.

It Was His Time.

It was a Time of Life.

There is never enough Time.

Good Days and Dark days.

Slept Nights, Raging Dawns.

Water Times of movement.

Wave Times of Ocean & Moon & Sun

Stagnant Times of doing.

Joyous Times of Believing and Giving.

There is never enough Time.

It Was His Time.

Time has no Master.

There is never enough Time.

Time will take its Time.

Give its Time.

Speed and Harbor its time.

Yet every Time must PASS.

There is never enough time.

It Was His Time.

IT WAS HIS TIME...

Having Given & Loved & Laughed & Cried His Time.

We mark That Time, through all Time.

With the memories of All His Time with All of us.

There IS NEVER enough time.

So we take the Time, His Time, to mark the Passing into All of Time.

There is never enough time to waste memories and Love.

There is never enough Time.

It was His Time.

Now His Time becomes All Time.

And, so marking his Time,

It, truly becomes,

His Time.

12/18/2012 RL.H.