Looking Back

Jeanette Hardage’s father, W. Alfred Webb

On this fifth anniversary of Jeanette Hardage’s passing, it seems fitting to contemplate her death through the lens that she provided as she reflected on her own experience of losing someone dear. The poem below is included in her Faith and Other Matters anthology.

Lastingness

Now that in death my father lies,
I think, I think how quickly flies
the lastingness of all men wise.

Yes, my wearied eyes can see
the voice of love has been set free,
but how that voice comforted me!

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