Monday, August 21, 2006

Till As Angels Be

We wouldn’t chase our souls apart unless
We died and wander’d up to Heaven’s height
Where should and shall that death make meaningless
These vows made only sacred in this life.

My mind walks o’er the years of you gone by,
Slows my step toward our passing’s parting,
Though I would run if in thy lap I die
In heaven, to Heaven’s apt arriving.

A poem to my wife
on our anniversary
28 years
August 12, 2006

2 comments:

Wolfgang Foxglove said...

S'pose it wouldn't be at all politic to disect the technic of other people's poetry of occasion, so I'll just wish you both a happy anniversary instead (even if it's already a couple weeks gone). Hope God gives you many more good years together.

Blessings,

The Oracle said...

Thanks