Anil Deo Poet Epitaph

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At the Edge of my Tears
I could weave monuments with words
(But why shall I say much NOW?)
The Hindu child within my soul
Adored weaving flower-circles of honor
(And I wove many for thee, Friend)
Jim, I know my ancestors will surrender all
Their bouquets, their marigolds, proteas - though we -
You and I, are forever in Jesus' lineage, NOW

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Paul Callus January 1, 2020 at 5:14 AM This is lovely and touching, Anil. Lucky are those who believe that that moving on is the beginning not the end. ~ Regards // paul Anil Deo January 1, 2020 at 5:37 AM Thank you kindly Paul; he was the one who first called me, "mensch" we were poetry conveners etc., in Greenbelt, Maryland. WE also wrote the GNR: Greenbelt News Review, and among the humblest of erudite men/humans, was Jim. shalom, shalom and happiest of New years Paul. H O P E

Anil Deo December 31, 2019 at 4:46 PM Blessings, as we grieve and celebrate ... 2020 is here, and we do both often. Yes, in some of our .grieving there is celebration of LIFE lived, and in the celebrations we miss those who have "moved" on. Goodbyes are heart-heavy, and we need God;s help daily, along with friends'. Shalom, shalom siblings.

James Marshall Goff December 30, 2019 at 10:21 PM Well said, brother Anil!

Kai Michael Neumann December 29, 2019 at 6:38 AM I am more a spiritual than a religious man, but your description of Jesus rocks ...

Janice Canerdy December 28, 2019 at 6:00 PM Very descriptive and moving, Anil. Janice