Our Friend Michael Cahill : A Poet's Heart of Gold by Susanjohn |
One Winter morn, along snow-laden trails,
where pleas unheard succumb -- all hopes forestall. Divine grandeur, unseen 'neath shrouded veils, my footsteps falter; bitter teardrops fall. An icy chill surrounds where warmth resides, 'tis sorrow's wond'ring anguish questions, "Why?" Eyes searching far above for Whom provides ... to witness, then, your spirit glorify. Hosanna's Angels sing sweet serenades ... good, faithful servant finally extolled. So beautiful his soul, God's joy cascades eternally ~ a poet's heart of gold. 'Twas a mere moment passed I'd clearly see my friend adorned there ~ smiling down 'pon me.
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