My son, my brother and my dog
Are shades I follow in my dreams.
They offer me swift glancing gleams,
Of all that is, not all that seems.
That hidden fountain of delight
That shines again, just out of sight,
That promised land, of sweet content,
That land where time is safely spent
Beneath the skies and stars of heaven,
Where every blemish is forgiven,
Where children play all night, all day,
Where nothing we love can fade away..
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Thank you Keith, Hélène, Clare, Holden, Stephen G, Tom, John Ellis, MC, and John, It is always my pleasure to read your words, Keith. I've emerged from a Slough of Despod - provoked by an excess presence of death in my life and one particularly bloody suicide.
Words that speak of heaven and eternal bliss where our wanderings, grief and anxieties find their rest.
John, a poem which gives us hope in a time when so much assails us that we often feel despair.
Thank you for this,
Keith
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M.C. Newberry
Sat 16th Sep 2023 17:43
A rewarding experience reading these words. A perfect antidote
to the downsides of life.