From pale to scarlet

The lilac seems to look different to me this year, perhaps because another friend is gone,
yet another vibrantly coloured thread pulled out of my beautiful tapestry of life.
Yes Brendan is gone, leaving the world an even colder place
as I acknowledge the loss of his presence around,
which brought a warmth to my heart and a broad smile to my face.
At the thought my eyes fill with tears now, to the spilling over.
I shall always remember him as he whistled that beautiful tune,
as I on the other footpath walked past him, a handsome Cork architect,
whilst carrying in my arms an enormous bouquet of lilac from my Mother's garden.
Now as I look out of my window and watch the lilac come to full bloom
every day I find myself transported back in time to the beloved city of my youth
and hear Brendan O'Brien tell the entire neighbourhood
of St Lukes what his intentions for the gathering of the lilac in the spring were,
even now I can still experience that embarrassment.
I feel sure that there will be much lilac in Heaven for me
and for all the beautiful friends of my youth.
But for now tomorrow shall be another day,
as I convince myself that Tara is not too far away.
I perceive that the love from Heaven surrounds us all
and as with the love between friends causes us to be strong
and enables us to go on in good times and in those of uncertainty.
For "He always causes us to triumph in Christ"
the manifestation of which takes place when that Word is proclaimed
on a regular basis, for Jesus said in Mark Ch.11 V23, "he shall have whatsoever he saith" "
we shall not die but live and proclaim the works of the Lord" Ps 118
this Word defeats the demon of death.
Let It be proclaimed every day all over the world, for His promise is long and abundant life,
let it be claimed in the name of Jesus it is He Who is offering it to us.