Monday, October 17, 2016
EULOGY POEM for LYLE COOPER by Christal Rice Cooper
In Remembrance of Lyle Cooper
03/16/1943 – 10/08/2016
We are driving from Illinois
to Michigan, now in Indiana
The sky is deep violet on the verge of rain,
unlike Dad Cooper’s vivid blue eyes
full of clarity, and twinkling
but there is no storm.
It makes me think of Michigan weather
that Dad Cooper would describe to me
we see things that aren’t there
we don’t see things that are there.
He said: “God has the infinite mind.
We have the finite mind.”
I sense something from above.
Is it my imagination? I can’t tell
But I feel there is a message
Just for me, just for us
Still I feel restless, yet excited
like I’m on the cusp of a new encounter
of what Dad Cooper is experiencing
The enveloping of the Holy Spirit
The revealing of God’s face
The caress of His Nail Scared Wrist.
Then I realize Dad Cooper’s not sending us a message.He’s too busy living like he’s never lived before
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