Like a round ball of gold,
The autumnal afternoon peeped onto me,
Like a sweet greeting,
Of love so moving,
So all encompassing,
That me woke up,
From work,
Papers me set aside,
And His hide and seek
Me with joy watched awhile...
Life me watched awhile,
Time golden me watched awhile...
Thursday, September 12, 2013
An afternoon, a picture, a post,
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The State Funeral
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