Beloved Jonathan
……son of my heart. What am I to say of you?
What has become of you
that your spirit dwells now with your Maker?
Dwell on little brother—flesh of my flesh.
Greet me in the morning that I wake
for it shall come sooner than we both would think.
A twinkling of an eye—a great quake—the great day is upon us,
and at least—you are safe.
Greet those that would arrive before me…
for I shall be late in coming.
Perhaps one more will be convinced
and will see what you already see.
Jonathan Isaac David West January 7, 1998- September 20, 2003
Psalms 91
Written by De’Anna West © September 20, 2007
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