Tears were pouring down my face,
And I just wanted to leave the place,
I pedaled and pedaled, away from the camp,
Although it was getting dark and damp,
The camp behind me,
The darkness ahead,
I wished I could have been home instead,
For my best friend's father had passed away,
no notice, no even a day,
I pedal forward in fading light,
tears clouding my limited sight,
I was heading to a place I had seen,
A place iluminated with a moonlit gleam,
An outdoor chapel at the top of a hill,
where I sat and prayed, very still,

Why was I here and not there?




The events following the message that I had missed my best friend's dad's funeral at Boy Scout Camp.