I Find Wade's Footsteps Far Too Large to Walk - Poem
William John WatkinsFor Wade, 1963-93
I follow Wade, my son, as some do Christ. What good I do is good done in his name. I take his life as pattern for my life and try to give as freely as he gave, who almost at the moment that he died waved off a nurse to tend a wardmate's pain whose face he never saw. And I have tried to love as he loved, but I try in vain. I take my joy from when I feel him near, my pain from doubt that he is here at all, and though my death no longer makes me fear, at death I fear I may not hear him call. If, though I lived him day by day, he's gone, the loss is less, and Hell's already done.
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