I write this poem for you, my dear
For you are young and cannot hear
The rush of moments as they fly
Waning the gap twixt earth and sky
I write this poem for you, my love
To brush life’s gray with bits of mauve
Lest through it’s daily grind we pass
Like solemn shadows on the grass
I write this poem so we may see
Life’s Author and His poetry
Lest blindly we traverse this stage
And never pause to read the page
© Janet Martin
Heaven's poetry spills from an infinite page...
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