Ina called today
I didn’t take the call
When I got home, I got the news
The Weave is standing tall
Tall is how we’ll be
When standing with the Lord
The Weave and Wilson Carlile
See how they are adored
The Weave has left a legacy
It’s hint so long ago
The day the Weavers path was set
Church Army don’t you know
That’s where Ken and Ina met
Back then in the UK
The Northern Irish beauty
And Ken of Scouser sway
Ken’s love of his family
Oozed out from every pore
From great grand-son and everyone
The key word was adore
But that covid intervened
In last Saturday’s family wedding
It might just have been the clue
To where The Weave was heading
That the Lord is so gracious
He kept Ken back just for that
But then we have the irony
In hospital Ken got the covid splat
In the past week or so
When I last prayed for Ken
I asked the Lord
What shall I pray for him?
I knew by then Ken’s wish
‘I want no ICU’
So when the Lord said pray
for that, that’s what I had to do
I didn’t know back then
That’s a few days ago
That Ken would see the Lord
How in heaven would I know?
So I asked the Lord just now
What was with the ICU?
His reply was quick and clear
It was I’AM CALLING YOU
That explains what Ina said
When she called when I was out
Ken really wanted to go Home
No patience, without doubt!
I’ve known The Weave for seven years
We met him on The Boyers
Down by the lake walking our Greys
Who are our real employers
He led me to The Gifto
When I had no one to see,
A dentist then Tim Hortons
For coffee regularly
Then came the blinking covid
So we coffee’d by the lake
Then in winter in the workshop
And Our Lord never opaque
Our hearts would bond in wonder
As we mulled on Creations gifts
We bless you Ken in Heaven
But down here you will be missed
THE WEEP
Each time I read this wee poem
It makes me want to weep
Not for Ken’s family or myself
But the Lord’s Love and His Keep
He has this Precious Keep
In which we all are sown
And when we love Him as is His Wont
That’s what gets the tears a’flowin
