Ron Hampton

I never saw him cry
Yet a tear rolled down his cheek
When the pain was just too great,
Though of it he would not speak.

“He had no beauty or majesty,”
Isaiah once did say.
There was “nothing in His appearance”
That attracted us His way.

It glistened in the grass
As the sun reflected through
I couldn’t see what caused it
But it certainly wasn’t dew.

Friends that are close are so hard to find
And harder still to develop o’er time,
But that’s what it takes if you want to get close
To give and to take and make friends the most.

Her breath became labored and then came her last,
Weak as it was, it carried her past
the gravity of earth. Oh, her spirit does climb
Beyond the grasp of this present time,