Friday, April 5, 2013

Poem, Accompany Me, Eve Featherstone


The past falls back
The present shakes
The future waits
With heaven's grace

What falls away
Has meaning not
What chooses may
All be forgot

Who remains are angels few
Those unmet are here now too
Companions chosen from above
Are with me now in flesh and blood.

--EVE Featherstone

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