Death of a Poet
By Walter Burns
The Lamb will be the Shepherd And the last will be the first The wanton finds true relief In a life now freed from thirst So, what about a poet? Will his pen be laid to rest A gift of love from our God Of which our hearts are blessed This poet left his legacy In the touch he left on earth Each heart that blossomed by his words Shall come to praise his worth His gift to me was poetry I wish I’d known him well But when I see his works of art I can see there’s more to tell Painting pictures so serene With the pen he never dropped Our poet friend may have passed But his heart will never stop Written July 13th, 2001 © on Jul 13 2001 06:05 AM PST 0 • 1
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"The Lamb will be the Shepherd..."