Williams Family from Evansville, Indiana

by Glenn Scofield Williams, 2001

He had such beautiful hands, thin and precise.
Those hands could fashion fragile paper boxes
Or form real flowers, delicate roses from white sugar frosting.
Those hands, quick to provide whatever his family needed.
Those hands that held so many of us, the first few steps we took,
That could smooth oil on canvas into magnolias in a green vase,
That held the Bible to his lap as we recited at his feet:
Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, Deuteronomy, Joshua, Judges, Ruth...

He had a wickedly mischievous smile, quick honest infectious joy.
This smile, pensive, chewing on an invisible seed.
This smile, bent over bear claws before grasping grandchildren.
This smile often had a happy distracted hum behind it.
And a special smile, flirtatious and gentle, shared
Only with a high school sweetness named Alice.
After seventy-three years, that smile still desired her kisses.

David's garden shines with color and leaf:
Blessed by light, seeded through trial, watered with hope.
It grows a strong future for faith in generous plots.
David's garden is a place wherein
Grace overcomes every grief,
Over which love flies hawk-like in the heart -
A place where God will never abandon you.

I stand here today, one small flower in David's garden.
This eternal place: full of blossoms
And morning brilliant bright.

(In memory of David Howard Scofield)

Copyright 2001 Glenn Scofield Williams

 Copyright 2001 Williams Family from Evansville, Indiana