Collecting Poems

There is still time
To kiss my old parents
And to realize
What lovely saints
In a dark world.

I fear the demise
Of everyone I love,
Fear that I lost myself
More years ago
Than I can remember.

Gradually, we touch people
Through prayers and kindness
And then trust by faith
We left a beautiful poem
In their hearts’ sacred place.

When we’re lonely
Or bereft with grief,
God reads to us the poems
Enshrined within.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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