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Bells that call us home

Fleeting youth among a Hospice care
A downward struggle
Within this human frail frame
The mind although very easy to persuade
The heart another matter
It refuses to age

Pulsing and beating
As I cling to this earthly life
Drifting, now floating, for youth, for spirit
Another glimpse into your eyes my dear wife

Morning comes, again I wake, doctors too,
Drugs again! Must I partake?
Straining to reach
Reach out and grasp your fragile hand
Before these lucid, temporal medicines
Send me back to the past

Another time and another land
Where cinnamon apple pie aromas begin to fill
Chasing our small children
Running, tickling and laughing
By your hands bells clanging
Through the kitchen's window sill

Dinner calls and the cows come home
It's time to leave the plow
The day is done and the sun goes down
Tomorrow another field I will till

Our family is our happiness
Twilight comes and evening scriptures too
As our treasures start to gather round
To hear the prophets
Through God's words and then we pray
With the holy Spirit among a home sweet home
Jesus Christ in us all, He is found

Once again my mind returns to you
And with a new hope that it is time to depart
As we shall leave these tabernacles behind
This flesh from clay has worn out
But, our spirits live on
Like the love within the heart.

The sealing power is upon us
And we know that our children are well
God is now calling us to His Heavenly palace
Waiting with open arms
And ringing out to you and I His "Homecoming bell"

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A fortyish native born all American man. Married twice and for the last time. I have four children; Three daughters and one son that are all over the age of eighteen. I also have two grandchildren; one three years old and one nine months old. Inspired by God, tragedy, life's experiences and then a fairy tale love. I never intentionally set out to write poetry, but "She" inspired me. "She" meaning the love of my life. That love is a passion that after thirteen years still grows stronger each and every day. It eventually had to be put into writing. As I wrote poetry to her, she encouraged me to approach other subjects. Doing so brought me to discover that poetry could wash away the bitter tastes of life (suicide, cancer, and divorce) that were still living like demons inside me. So when poetic therapy brought those impish fiends to a stalemate, I began to experiment more. Creating fictional characters and situations within my works. The support of this online community has inspired me even further to continue to hone my writing skills giving the readers the best that I can offer. Thanks to all you out there in Lulu land. more…

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