Courtney  F  Foos, III
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Courtney F Foos, III


To thine own self be true
Thou can'st not then be false to any man.

Courtney  F  Foos, III

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free.
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took God's hand when I heard His call;
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I found that place at close of day.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief;
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me-
God wanted me now. God set me free.


His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
had grown so weary that it could not hold
anything else. It seemed to him there were
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paced in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
was like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stood paralysed.

Only at times, the curtain of his pupils
lifted, quietly--. An image entered in,
rushed down through his tensed, arrested muscles,
plunged into his heart and was gone.

from Rainer Maria Rilke

This was not how my son was born. This is how he lived the last 30 years of his life. Why? Why would a gentle, sensitive soul spend the last 30 years of his 38 year-old-life living in utter captivity? CHILD ABUSE.

Memorial Submitted by: Connie Arnzen
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last modified: July 17, 2003