Until My Dying Day
UNTIL MY DYING DAY
There are few things that can be done
Until our dying day
And fewer ways still
To assure more hearts are won.
Except for writing words
That flow magically from the heart
With rhythm, no matter our will
To hide what will impart
For,
Creation is creation;
A smorgasbord of wonder
A buffet, a feast of joy
Ne’er to be put asunder
Humankind through its selfishness
Has yet to understand
The likeness to be had in those
Who walked ‘ore this land
So, hats off to my predecessors
Who light the way my path
Kudos to my intercessors
Who lift me as I waft
For
I ne’er chose this way for me
Lo, ‘twas given me
By what most consider a tragedy
Joy was given by thoughts of Thee.
In the center of the circle
I link the past to the future
And share the promise of forever
To every new believer.
©1124091132pJeanMarie
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