Alexander Stiles
A seat was empty in the pew
For him who guided Derek's dreams.
And though they could not see him there,
Through stained glass windows fell sunbeams.
No one saw him, but his pride
Was felt by all and shared by all.
His spirit in the breeze was there,
Rustling his son's hair in that hall
As he used to when he was alive.
And as he touched his darling wife,
Full circle had gone, this chain of life.