“As soon as there is life there is danger.” ~ R.Emerson
Contemplating this thought today as I reflect on the recent loss of our grandson, Easton Reed Critchfield. Easton came into this world facing some tall odds. And as the poem below will tell, he put up a good account of himself. But in the end, he succombed. And while I believe we will ultimately join with him at a later time, I can still feel the loss. So, this is for you, Easton. God Bless.
The Lion's Roar
I heard a lion roar today. I saw his courage on display.
His heart beat true within his chest as he faced a most fearsome test.
He fought for life...yet showed no fear and his battle cry rang in my ear.
This lion is no jungle king, no hero of which legends sing.
He is no larger than my hand. Yet, against all odds he makes his stand.
And tho' he cannot speak a word, I look at him and am assured,
That tho' he cannot scratch or bite, he's putting up a lion's fight.
Will he prevail? I cannot say. But I heard a lion roar today.
From the den of faith and the lair of love to Easton Reed Critchfield.
Born June 16, 2010
Died June 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
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