Different ones of us knew Jim in different ways. Father, husband, churchman, teller of jokes, listener, friend, veteran—are some words that describe him. “Poet” is another. “Poet” is one word that, for many of us, would describe him Jim quite well.
I’ve been reading a collection of poems he liked. A lot of the poems are about death. What is it about poets and death? “If Winter comes,” asks Shelley, “can Spring be far behind?” He underlined those words and put a check by that poem.
I was born and raised in the sight of water in Hampton, Virginia. I was baptized and nurtured in the Presbyterian church. There was never a time when weekly worship attendance, the giving of ...