The Silent Vigil
(A conjuncture of a
busy mind!)
Oh dear friend if
your health returns
As surely does the
rising sun
May it take this
unyielding waste
From your shallow
face,
Sow the seeds of
vitality
To abide within your
limbs
And behold the
welcome of
Strength regained.
When within a
portrait of
well-being
So vain one scorns
the joys of life
indeed
While destiny left
to the will of God,
Yet I must not
confess this image
reflecting
Only one of care and
encouragement
Till the winter’s
eve of his life
stains death,
No time now I fear
of one’s self
applause
Only the time to
seek out repentance.
Alas tis with a
woeful eye
That makes me seek
my conscience
Which deeply I
search to utter
What I have within
my heart,
To watch him close
to the Reaper
Where attempts to
negotiate
Peals in tenderness
to restore
Life from the icy
clasp of death.
Oh this dwelling of
fear these lips
cannot express
Yet forever dear
friend in my memory
stored!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
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