Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Oops forgot the poem

I wrote this when Bullet was very sick but not close to death,  please indulge me:
Let me lie down in the rain
Nature fills in balance
Drops will wash away the pain
And Spirit shall be pulled on high

Let me die right in the storm
While wind and tempest toss
The Trees take on a priestly form
And lift me up above

In fear I sought the shelter here
the roofs and rooms secure
But as I die, put me outside
In God's Almighty hand.

He intended our beginning and end on earth
Who can claim his own birth
Who can direct his own death
God Bless us and Keep us all.


Thanks for reading and any comments

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