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  GREENWOLFE 1962 (MARCH 23, 1951)
 
 
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  25.     

Blessed Love

We met as children long ago.
I can't recall the day.
I was too young to notice then,
It must have been at play.

It's funny how it came to be.
Unnatural, I guess.
God must have just got up one day
In search of souls to bless.

He surely found us oh so young,
But I guess, just in time;
For us to start our journey off
With friendship so sublime.

Soon it made a love affair
Just as we came of age.
Your diary expressed it well,
My name on every page.

As we came of age we vowed
To wed forever more.
Who knew we'd ever live so long
Or what life had in store.

We had three kids and lost but one,
The sadness of our life.
I guess we had the best of things,
Without much pain or strife.

And as our children moved away,
We did then as we should.
We spent our time in doing things
We always wished we could.

The time just seemed to pass away
Almost before we knew.
But all I know is what there was,
I spent in loving you.

I know you did as well my love,
It showed in many ways;
The way you always touched my arm
And held your loving gaze.

Yes, it's funny how it came to be,
And how it is somehow.
We never have done things alone.
At least, until right now.

We've been as one so very long,
How can we be apart?
And how will it continue on,
The beating of my heart?

I hope that God may soon arise
As He did once before.
And bless our souls just one last time
By calling home one more.
 
GREENWOLFE 1962
   
 

   
   
 

  26.     

Borrowed Words

I'm waiting here for someone.
Just who, I couldn't say.
She's bringing my contentment.
True love, I guess, someday.

I may just wait forever.
Again, this one last time.
It's then, I shall endeavor
To put our love in rhyme.

By then, if I've forgotten
Expressions lovers say;
I thought that I'd just borrow
From those I wrote today.

That's why I don't mind waiting.
I've got more time you see,
To think of things more charming
To say when love's with me.

It's then, when I'm contented
And know not what to say.
I'll be so glad I waited
And wrote of love this day.

So let me write my love words
To one I do not know.
Though someday, they'll be borrowed,
These words wrote long ago.
 
GREENWOLFE 1962
   
 

   
   
 

  27.     

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
   
 

   
   
 

  28.     

Crossroads

Each day you rise from sleeping
Your choices manifest.
Crossroads are before you
You know not which is best.

No guides but those created
By you in bygone days
To show you which road taken
Shall lead to better days.

Some souls are filled with answers;
Still others, none at all.
Someone on some roads you take
May catch you when you fall.

Some roads are only darkness.
Others filled with light.
No matter which you've taken,
No guarentee it's right.

But this is life's adventure.
Don't shudder at this choice.
God gives you all the answers.
Just hear His loving voice.

So, when you rise tomorrow,
Your destiny's not cast.
Only changed by those you made
Far in your distant past.

Worry not of roads you took
For some will take you back.
The fear that makes you wonder
Will leave when on God's track.

When you round the final turn
Of roads you chose before,
That road takes you home again
Or ends outside His door.
 
GREENWOLFE 1962
   
 
 
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