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| The Hand of God |
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| Mariner's at Sea |
I Must Release You
Twenty-seven was to young to die.
For I will not see you grow grey hairs or
Crows feet in the corners of your bright
Eyes.
When your sister announced your death,
I cried as a father would, but I knew that
I must release you to go and fulfill your
Better dreams.
The canyon of void in my soul is dark and
Empty of your smile,laughs or pondered
Thoughts.
So, I released you the day before my
Birthday. I know you are here at times,
For I see whisp of your presence as you
Come and go,checking on me or just to
Be home again. Come and go as you wish
But always know that I loved you so much!
Several readers have ask about the poem mentioned in my profile. Above is the poem. It has been published in hardbound and as a beautiful note card
