Into Your Hands We Commend Our Brother

It got dark out, from the gray in the sky

No sunlight and the clouds started to cry

The umbrellas came out from both strong and weak

Opened and raised as tears from the skies caught my cheek

You felt restricted as it rained

Our uniformed men brought the coffin as trained

Unison steps one after the other

Rehearsed to move this, the youngest Kennedy brother

He was in and the service got on the way

And the Priest said “My dear friends” and started to pray

Now a silence, then the organ music, then they sung

Devoted family rolled in the coffin and more tears begun

So many folk and not an eye dry

Weeping, it was okay to cry

Embraces and a comforting smile

Came from friends across the aisle

Only I wanted them to hold me more tightly

My sorrow escalated then suddenly

Music stopped and it wasn’t as solemn then

Extract from the bible, “who can be against” God’s men

Now it’s time to gather our memories

Do this and share the lost with your buddies

Old anecdotes of the “Luck of the Irish”

Universal health care and how he helped the impoverish

Ready always to help every one in need

Bills he wrote and others he cause to succeed

Recalling those saying “You wouldn’t believe who called me today”

Or the times he just called to say Happy Birthday

The families he consoled after the 9/11 tragedy

His repeated calls to them to offer more than empathy

Edward experienced a breaking point more than any other

Resisted it all, now Lord, Into Your Hands We Commend Our Brother