Ripples of devastation and grief overflowed like tsunamis
Washing away preconceived ideas and some hopes of healing
Scouring my thoughts and then draining away to leave empty land
And in the barren place that I found, I wept
For you, my friend, and my tears were as silent as the world you lived in
Full of motion and colour and vibrance, silenced
And you are gone, no longer here
My voice is choked by the tears from my heart that fall like rain
Yet when I cease my inner wail of loss (oh, how your mother weeps)
I can hear the faint notes of hope, and if I LISTEN I can hear worship
Pouring out, splashing forth, rising, welling up, crying out
And you are in the light, the hope, the joy, the dance
As sound explodes in your ears and your hand is in His
How faithfully you served and loved and gave, my friend
To the very last breath, and to this world's end...
> In memory of Bevan Heyns. My friend. Who breathed out here, and breathed in there! To Bevan, whose body is whole, and who has come home. Not here, but not gone. I may have interpreted for just one person for 3 years, but how rich I am because of your friendship and what you gave back to me.
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