My best friend died when he was thirty-three

My best friend died when he was thirty-three.

I never saw him die,

Never went to his funeral -

I never saw him at all.

I never hung out with him,

Never chatted by the side of the road,

For hours and hours.

I never shook his hand, 

Never saw his smile.

But he is still alive,

And I see him every day,

Although I never see him.

He is there for me everyday,

Waiting in a million churches,

For me.

I go there to see him,

I genuflect before the tabernacle.

I believe you are there for me in the Holy Eucharist.

Waiting.

I smile back at him.

My best friend died when he was thirty-three -

I never saw him die,

Never saw him at all.

But he is still alive,

And with the mercy of God, I - and we all -

Hope to see Him one day.