An Empty Hand

An Empty Hand

At night I sat and prayed
As the rain began to fall,
And I had a conversation with
The one that started it all;

I asked him why we all must die,
And he told me a story of a girl and guy,
It happened long ago in a distant land,
In a different world, before we were friends;

I do not know why he takes some,
And leaves others with a heart of ache,
But I know that he lost his son,
And that he did so for our sake;

So I quietly said goodbye
To my dear old friend,
Knowing that I am not the only one
That has ever had an empty hand.