My husband, Pastor Darryl Hale passed away May 2007, but his legacy continues in countless ways. I am honored to present his poems to you for the purpose of your inspiration, edification and increased hope and faith in God. My desire is for you to know and follow God more fully, and sincerely, as you read from a remarkably gifted man who truly personified a Christian. Seconds before my husband lapsed into non- responsiveness, I glimpsed him as the nurse was gently washing him, I noticed that he was bone-thin and his skin had taken on a yellowish pallor. Yet he sat on a chair, quietly and calmly talking to the nurse about the goodness of Jesus, as she in turn quietly responded and affirmed this, as she continued his care. When I came in, I suddenly felt the need to do something; to get darryl demoting he had been asking earlier during the week. In a fateful decision, I turned heel and left with the purpose of going to the gift store and returning with the small item; by then I reasoned, the nurse would be done and I could talk to Darryl and basically have him to myself. This was not to be. My husband died moments after I left his room. This is what comforts me; that Darryl's last moments on earth were spend talking about Christ to one more should with his last breath of life. Vera Hale