Michael
I looked upon a dying manI could not see his illness
Man of character, he was and is today
A blessing in my life.
A tree when I was but a tiny acorn
Planted in dry ground
He tilled and let the sun shine and the rain
So I could grow.
He said 'I love you', as a father to a tiny child
Never heard it quite like that before...
I was afraid.
A tiny sprout did grow
A mustard seed does thrive in fertile ground.
Who is the plant?
Who is the seed?
Who is the farmer?
Us, indeed are one and kindred spirits
Transform over, but still with us
Ever-forming circle.
God is in our hearts and minds
As we must walk this bridge
Together.
2-4-10
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