An elegy to Von Purdy
November 15, 1958 to May 14, 2007
By Wayne Lusvardi
Von had a child-like quality,
To those who didn’t know her,
It may have been mistaken as impish immaturity,
But now it is this child of God who touched us all we sadly must inter.
My affectionate name for her even was Impy,
She was not a mischievous child,
But a pretty little bird with God-grafted wings expanding her flying capacity,
Even as her life was taken away by a disease’s guile.
I tell you the truth,
Unless we change and become like Impy,
We will never enter the Kingdom of Heaven past our youth,
She even wears one of her hair bows as a crown in heaven so that her hair doesn’t get crimpy.
*Imp, n. 1. A mischievous child; 2. To graft new feathers onto the wing of a trained bird to repair damage or increase flying capacity; to furnish with wings.
"At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, "Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?" He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said, "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Gospel of Matthew 18:1-5
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