One of my favorite co-workers died in an accident over Memorial Day weekend. At the funeral they read a poem he had written that I thought was quite wonderful:

I stood there mute with wonder
shivering in my smallness
appalled that I had the audacity
to exist in such a universe
And the storm I had been watching
came upon me then
And the wind rose and
spoke into my ear
and I was blinded and restored
my vision in a single lightning flash....
and I still hear the echo of that thunder
I learned the peace of power
and the power of peace
for I am included in the Great All
the Great Only. And I am amazed
at my outrageous fortune
Many wise and nobel men
search all their lives
for some sign of the existence of God
and I pity them
for I can perceive of nothing else
--Luke S. Lund