Miscellaneous:

[TrueBlue]

As the artist played his harp for us
Heaven did come nearer, down to our ears
And as the parents and friends alike of the ill child worried
His harp did come to quell and disspell
Our deepest and darkest forlorn fears
O Harpest, with thy string song blue
I ask do you know that here, right here, do you
Do you know you have played the role of artist true?
Do you know you have played the role of the magical healer too?
When a mother's tears were shed in sincere appreciation
She, who came to newly visit our most beloved nation
The heart of love did smile upon us, all its creation
And life's sun did shine her pain's cessation
And I felt the magic enchantment, and possibilities
The wonder of the world heard, to our very credulities
God's glory, forgotten, revisited the surface of our knowing minds
And, swiftly, our hearts moved with the magicians divine potion, kind
O, artist, I write this poem not to impress you, no
But to thank you, in deep gratitude and wish you
Splendor and soul, and that the fates dole
Out to thee the same benevolent lovingness that you've shown
And so I thank you and thank you again
Dear Ed

[erikestabrook]

fabulous poem

Much enjoyed this read, very well done!




Paul