Measured tones
Quiet voice
Strong hammer-like wit
A piece of ancient history
Modern dressed archaeology
I was his son
When he preached
The earth didn’t move
But the heart did
And it beats in me still
As I contemplate how to stay alive


For David Glaser

I will lift you in my arms
And carry you through the minefield
Jumping for joy

I will take you into
Dreams I have yet to fulfill
Singing while I chase the future

I will forge an anvil
Of hope
From the aching hearts

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