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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Circle Of Angels
I sat in a circle of angels.
A place I had not been before.
I heard the sweet choir of Heaven,
Sing praise to the Lord evermore.
They glowed like the sun in the Heavens.
A light with a warmth I adored.
I felt like a babe in a cradle.
Nestled in the arms of the Lord.
Their wings were as white as a snowflake.
Their eyes like the stars in the sky.
They each one, in turn, spoke so gently;
I blinked, as a tear filled my eye.
They called me to faith and to glory.
They spoke of the rains that I see.
They stated the rain sent from Heaven,
Were tears that they all shed for me.
I looked to the throne through my teardrops.
I blinked, for I barely could see.
The Lord, sat so regal in glory;
I slowly went down on my knee.
An angel said, 'Rise up and greet Him '.
One more, took my hand as I rose.
I stood as a servant before Him,
And wiped away tears from my nose.
The Lord, then reached out and He touched me.
Then, just as I looked in His eyes;
I found I was back in my bedroom,
Still wearing my mortal disguise.
The wisdom of knowing the Savior
Is more than I ever could tell.
But greater by far than the wisdom
Is knowing His love just as well.
Tis there, in a circle of angels;
The blessed, meet the Lord now and then.
Returning to earth with a yearning;
To bathe in His love, once again.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Darling Of The Woodland
She's the darling of the woodland,
And I seek her endlessly.
In the mountains fields and meadows,
Searching every bush and tree.
A forgotten nature's angel
Sent from Heaven's land on high.
Just to charm the modern woodsman
And the birds when passing by.
I see flashes of her image
Just before I turn my head.
When I look, I then see nothing.
Only gold, and green, and red.
With its bright array of flowers
Peeping through its stand of trees,
In what portion of this kingdom
Does she drift on nature's breeze?
While I cherish every moment
In my search for nature's charm,
I have failed to calm her senses
And assuage her quick alarm.
If I find her, I will tell her;
There should be no fear of me.
For I only want to see her
As she is, or wished to be.
Just a darling of the woodland,
And my fairy tale so true.
Giving birth to my illusion;
That she might, by chance, be you.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Each Wondrous Thing
I wake up each morning
No matter what season , in spring .
For seeing you lie there ,
Reminds me of each wondrous thing .
The green in the meadow .
The fragrence of flowers that grow .
The fresh flowing waters .
The soft , gentle breezes that blow .
The songs that the birds sing .
The wonders that nature can do .
Are captured each moment
I spend lying here next to you .
And though every season
Will always change over , it's plain .
We'll know only springtime ,
Where our love shall always remain .
And that's as we planned it .
A season for our love to grow .
The seeds of our young love
Turned into the true love we know .
For now , we'll just linger .
Forever , our love in the spring .
As I lay beside you
Reminded , of each wondrous thing .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Eternally Together
As flowers bloom in springtime
To garland nature's glow ,
I know you now remember
Such beauty long ago .
And you must hear the music
Around our favorite song .
Calling back our memories
We've held for oh so long .
For as you might remember
They always came in rhyme ,
The links that held together
Our love for all this time .
Our love theme song , 'Forever',
Compelled a warm embrace .
And humming love between us
Charmed both our souls with grace .
A tear-stained love embittered ,
Was never ours, and thus ;
No rhymes of love concluded
Were ever penned by us .
We parted just like strangers ,
Who meet while passing by .
We knew and loved each other ,
And neither was a lie .
Foretold by us that springtime ,
We'd meet again someday ;
Now , having done our duty ,
Prediction has its way .
For now, we've come full circle .
It's springtime once again .
I think I hear our love song ,
Just as I did back then .
I know you now remember ,
A smile is on your face .
A brilliance seen that springtime
That time just can't erase .
So now , by our endeavor ,
We'll have our one last fling .
Eternally Together ,
Resumed once more in spring .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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