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Forever My Brother
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Family & Friends Someday when all there is,
is forever
when love and truth have
untangled the chaos
of this wisp of time,
the Almighty may ask me:
What have you done with
this life?
And I'll answer:
The glory goes to my friends,
and here is one:
you sent him one winter
to show me the spring,
you sent him as a teacher,
an uplifter
and finally a brother.
Even in his shadow
I basked in the sun.
When I failed he knew
I could win.
Where I saw valleys
he saw the summit,
where I saw clouds
he saw Heaven-spun hope.
His faith drank every
pool of darkness in his
path.
He believed . . .
so I did too.
For one brief and
brilliant season
I saw You.
Patricia Joan Jones
Cascade's comment brought me
Cascade's comment brought me to this magnificent poem which, in my clumsy way, I have missed before. The impression this person made on you was, obviously, very profound; and your expression of it makes this poem (and I shall say it again, here) one of your centerpiece poems. (Of couse, when poems have the quality of greatness that yours have, how can one really choose between them; that is, perhaps, the downside of greatness for those who would be commentators on your work---can these poems even be set in a heirarchy?) This poem will resonate for a long time, preserved beyond and above the many poems that future time will have forgotten.
Starward
You are such an inspiration
You are such an inspiration and enduring encouragement. I don't know how I would ever begin to express my gratitude. Thank you!