Wednesday, March 3, 2021

In Memoriam: Irvin Holst Torkildson

 





The years have softened nothing;

where I walk is rawness still.

Where I walk without my Irvin,

who lies in the sod so still.

Forgive me, God, my bitterness

at death so young and swift;

so final and unyielding

that it set my heart adrift.

I lost too much to ever heal

completely here in dust.

I want to see my little boy,

and so to Thee entrust 

my prayers that Resurrection

will allow me to erase

the present misery I feel,

denied his cherub face.



 

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