Requiem
Fold thy hands sleeping!
Angels are keeping
Watch o’er thee now.
See, it is dawning!
Light of the morning
Falls on thy brow.
White wings are flying!
No more shall dying
Darken thy day.
Leave thou Death’s portal!
Spirit immortal
Speed on thy way!
When skies are paling
And clouds are sailing
Over Earth’s night,
Only in dreaming
Shall thou be seeming
Lost to our sight.
Dream mists are drifting!
Fingers are lifting
Curtains of space!
Framed in its splendor
Wistful and tender,
Smiles thy dear face.
--J. Wilmer Gresham
looks like a lovely lady...
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Lyn
Lovely poem. I believe you resemble your mother quite a bit ... Hope you are well, friend.
ReplyDeleteYou found a treasure in that poem. My thoughts will be with you Friday morning.
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Jackie
((((((((Lisa)))))))))))
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking of you.
Judi