Seeing Charlie today, knowing his life was over,
putting everything into my own context,
(self-centered pig that I am)
I felt grateful I was still alive.
It was only later, the thought occurred,
that I was the one running out of time,
while Charlie now had all eternity before him.
I mourned his death
the shortness of his life,
the difficulties he faced,
the days that ran out too soon,
while, infinity surrounding him
within his Father’s house,
he prayed for me, still chained
and bound by time.