In Memory of Lonnie Lowell Milstead, my beloved brother, who left us on February 20th for a better world. I miss you.
Escape lies in darkness, a street with no name
Where edges are softened and work not the same
Where time does not limit and words never fail
Where friends, ever present, forever prevail.
Such darkness is light at the end of my way
Illumination, glowing through clouds of gray
Beckoning so gently through tunnels of pain
New life is promised though no life remains.
Then weariness, which held me, gives way to hope
For just one glimpse of the eternal scope
And as I press toward the light forgetting all pain
I emerge from my chrysalis, whole again.
Marie Hunter Atwood