And Michael
Smiled from his mount
Took pity
And hurled beams of love
Showers of peace -
And calm came upon me
As flowers flourished in the rain
Fever failed
Fled
And in its stead
Bled rivers of joy.
Springs of hope
Welled and spilled
Over my heart
Filling in all the love
From years apart
And I could not help but see
Casting out my shadow of doubt
Michael
In all His Majesty
High up on the mount
Waiting there for me.
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Author:
Keith (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written in France for my late brother...
- Category: Family
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Comments3
Wonderful tribute Keith, he will always be there for you - but not yet.
Andy
Beautifully poemed this compellingly worded tribute of prose to a late brother who maybe had the name Michael - -- a lasting closeness seeps through your lines dear Keith as you see love beam hope onto sad missing - -- a most moving read - - - Cornwall's St. Michael's Mount near to me has a similar magic that heals.
Great words. Very touching.
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