In Loving Memory
Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and
Why should we be saved
From nightmares?
Were asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley
and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is
to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held
If hope is born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior?
Dorthey Marcozzi 1925-2008
A tender grandmother and loving mother, her legacy will outlive her. Though those left behind mourn, we realize that she rests everlasting.
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and
Why should we be saved
From nightmares?
Were asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley
and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is
to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held
If hope is born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior?
Dorthey Marcozzi 1925-2008
A tender grandmother and loving mother, her legacy will outlive her. Though those left behind mourn, we realize that she rests everlasting.