Thomas was always gifted with words.  He penned this shortly before leaving life on earth.

This was published in his obituary. I am posting it to this website so it will be here for anyone to see and read into the future. 

 

The cold night awaits me

And my hands are already frozen.

In dreams my fears materialize

And wake me with a sudden start.

 

A calming warm memory helps me

sink back to sleep.

And I keep all the memories.

 

How can the common bond be always on?

The strings always tight?

 

It appears resignation is not enough.

And it makes sense,

for simply repenting isn’t either.

 

I must believe.