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Come hold his hand

Come hold his hand 
Just because they're gnarled and old 
Doesn't mean hes lost his soul  
To have a moment that he knows
Someone sees him not as he shows

Has anyone got any insight 
Peoples words are left and right 
they hold no heed infact they bite 
What could possibly make him smile 
When's the last time, think a while 

Perhaps his face is frozen stiff 
Ever thought to unlock it 
Another Man dies the world rolls on 
Do you understand who he was? 

Those hands once young his face once bright 
The weight of life has left him a sight 
He's still that young man inside 
The gnarled old skin a place to hide 

A story to be told for each scar worn 
A lifetime of pain to be reborn 
In his eyes you can still see 
Just who he used to be 

Don't mistake the outer exterior 
He's inside not inferior
The hardest Men will get old 
Remember that when being bold 
His hands may be gnarled and scared  
A sign of his love for his family tarred 

Copyright © Heath Mason | Year Posted 2016

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Pappa for Father's Day

This day - a marvelous devotion to my Dad,
who is emissary to the bonds of familial love.
Man who bestowed life upon me, you stand above
any man God created, hero role- you always had. 
Gallant and fair, even when you were mad.
When life got too hard you gave me a shove- 
Now I am a fortuitous woman, ti's you- because of.
Immortally your daughter, for this I am glad.

Protector, mentor - a few ways to define you
What really counts, though, is from the heart,
Copiously you bestow this gift so true-
The whole of your being, faithful you impart
Family matters, and no other- is your world view
Beings intertwined together... Never shall we part.

Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2014

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A Visit With My Dad

On hands and knees brown leaves were brushed away
My fingers traced his name engraved in stone
The birds remind me how the years have flown
As tears of shame and guilt fell where he lay

My mind looked in my heart for words to say
"You are the wisest man I've ever known
Before your death our conflicts were atoned
But void inside my heart has not decayed

I taught my children values which we shared
And looked after my mother like you asked
The pain I caused you still makes me feel sad
I just want you to know that I still care

My love for you still lives though you have passed
If you can hear me now, I miss you dad."

  an original poem by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
'tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.

One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears.

As if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.

The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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Just one more

If I could have just one more hour that I could spend with you
I'd tell you how great a father you were to me that's true
I'd thank you for all you've done for me in my whole life
I also thank you for your choice in choosing mom as your wife

I share with you the things that I've done since you've been gone
I'd tell you of my hopes,my dreams, my fears, where I've gone wrong
I'd hold you close and hug you tight as long as I could stand
For that is what I miss the most , I know you'd understand

I ask your opinions on my life and help with what I need
I'd try to get as much as I could before you'd have to leave
I'd beg you to watch over us your children and my mother
You were the glue that held us tight, a family unlike any other

Words could not express the joy to have you back with me
Unless someone had known the man you were for all to see. 

Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013

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W-My Teacher - the Master of simplification

The result of my last year high school was out
And was sad, dejected as I got the second top
Losing the scholarship for further study scope
As my dad had no means for college no doubt.

As entered my house, saw my teacher with dad
Both of them chatting laughing in a happy mood
The teacher said, “Get prepared for college soon”
You got the scholarship though you second stand.

After my door opener left, dad told me the story
The teacher knew about the top ranker’s wish
For not going further for the college education.
As a result, the teacher approached the committee.
Proving the teacher is more important than teach
An enemy of simplism but master of simplification.


* The Italian sonnet with abba, abba, cdecde rhymescheme

Full based on a true event of 1954:
A tribute to my late teacher Shri Damodar Dave of N.D.H.High School, Dwarka,
Gujarat, India.
Reposted on 912-13
First place win
Contest: Your old favourite poem by Judy Connos
Dr. Ram Mehta,
July 13, 2011

First Place win in:
Contest: "The Right Time" sponsored by Michael J. Falotico

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2011

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Temporary Home

They’ve traveled from one house to another.  
Some may say they’re strong enough to go on 
Without a woman to call their mother. 
Attachment is pointless, soon to be gone.  
Another house that will never be home.  
Little children crying themselves to sleep,
wondering where they will be next to roam. 
All they can do is to hope and to weep. 

Will they love me enough now, I wonder.
Shall I go away or shall I stay here?
At night, I can still hear the loud thunder
of his footsteps drawing so very near. 

Though I may never find my one true home,
For love, I’ve found- I’m no longer alone.

Copyright © Lilith Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014

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You My Son Shall Venture Forth Without Fear

You My Son Shall Venture Forth Without Fear

You my son shall wander into vast halls,
sit by craggy rocks upon mountain peak.
Hear the wisdom in Nature's sweetest calls,
wade in deeper where rushing waters speak.
Listen to night owls as they softly hoot,
see the slow sinking moon sparkle anew.
Walk soundly, learning to ride, rope and shoot,
sail daringly upon great oceans blue.
You my son shall venture forth without fear,
face the darkest storm and its mighty blast.
Hold out against great pain without a tear,
catch fish on each and every thoughtful cast.

Yes, you my son, shall do better than I.
This my last prayer asks before I die.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2016

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NOTE-  Written 7 years ago(Justin was then two years old)- edited today(shortened) to be a sonnet.
Cut out 14 verses and altered the rhyme scheme to match.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
Tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.

One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears,

as if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.

The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© ron wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Oh mum don't kill me

oh mum, don't kill me if you can't afford dowry.
oh mum,don't kill me if you want a boy to birth,
oh mum, throw me alive to live on this earth,
oh mum, don't dig a hole to hide me as indian myth;
oh mum, just educate me then never feel sorry.
i shall serve you as a servant don't feel pain my living,
please ask my brother if he can protect me if dare having.
I can walk on thorns to keep you happy don't cage my 
why is Indian culture don't believe that I am also human?
why is security matter for me as a man is nudity fan?
don't afraid from gangs they are coward can't face a girl,
they can't love to daughter and sisters, looking beauty 
they kill girls, demanding dowry, live in a cultural 
when women 'll be free in india that's facing degrading 

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2013

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A sonnet to a faded little rose,
Could never hope to tell you how I feel.
The things you gave up just for me do show,
That parental love is your only seal.
Since birth you've been near just to protect me,
And help me up each time that I would fall,
And guide me with a hand on which I'd lean,
Depending as I start down lifes vast hall.
When I have gone from your home to my own,
To rear my family as you did rear me. 
I only hope that God will help me know,
The joy and sorrows, that I once caused thee.

My love for you is as endless as time itself,
And deeper than the oceans deepest cove.

                           Cile Beer

written l955

Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2005

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Mom and Dad

Mom and dad you are the best
you are the key for any lock
i can bet and cop any test
i was wet or sad and broke
you got me rid of yet modest
eye see me far ear my knock
toy pen tie bat and all rest
my kid-ask was not ad-hoc
you buy me all may not afford
you are my god you are my lord
for any foe big dam and sword 
i beg to god not big mart
it is an apt and bit smart
i opt to hid you in my heart

Date 04/13/2016
Entered Contest : A poem you are proud of
Sponsored by: SKAT A

Copyright © Deepak A. | Year Posted 2016

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On those days that changed your life, the days that we were born
You promised us eternally that you would help us grow
To guide us with your big strong hands, to help us you had sworn
How now, what we would be like, well, that you could not know
You tickled us to make us laugh
You held us when we cried
You worked so hard day and night
For your family to provide
When we would cry all night long
When we’d break something someway
When we would say “that isn’t fair”
You would say “I love you anyway”
Now we are on our own
And we would just like to let you know
That we are who we are today
Because you promised us eternally to help us grow.

Copyright © Brianna Picard | Year Posted 2014

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Daddy Lied

Daddy lied to his sweet little girl,
wiping a tear and a golden curl.
"You won't die" he lied, in anguished pain,
Kissing her face again and again.

"Don't Cry Daddy, it will be okay"
She said. "Just hold my hand and pray"
Daddy saw the doctor shake his head "No".
Then, he knew it was her time to go.

She loved him with a weak final smile,
"Lay in bed with me a little while."
He climbed in bed and held her tight,
praying hard to save her precious life.

Soon she fell into lasting sleep,
leaving behind the world to weep.

A normal old sonnet, for the beautiful lies contest.

Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012

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Work tomorrow

Sleep for in time you must awaken,
And rise as lazerus from ancient ground,
'Fore the great star in sky has taken
To Its goodly perch on horizen's crown.
Under midday orb, glory's golden hue, 
Laborous tasks will you duitiful give
Though praises recieved will often be few
By sweat of brow, does your family live.
These tasks may not be heroic in form
But herculean are they in their need
For without such hardships leaves kin forlorn 
The father must his progeny to feed
    But now it is time to lay head asleep
    For noon tomorrow you sow what you reap.

Copyright © Beetle Bard | Year Posted 2015

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A Homecoming

I have spent many hours reflecting on my dad's last earthly days. How he stared silently at the room's far corner, in another place. At times, many visitors filled his crowded hospital room. But my father's eyes were transfixed, his face peacefully consumed. Though he could not speak, I questioned his mesmerizing vision. As I held his hand I knew the answer, God had made His decision. Angels had come for my dad as he quietly faded in that bed. His time of peace had come, but it was the moment I had dread. I wanted Dad to stay with me just one more minute, hour, day. But summer, his favorite season, had come, the time for me to find a way to let him go, Jesus was calling; so I kissed him goodbye through tears. As he took his final breath, a peaceful calm washed over my fears. I stared off into the distance, imagining beautiful angel wings of love, embracing my dad, then flying him to the eternal summer of Heaven above. * This is all true. I held my dad's hand and sang to him as he took his last breath. It may have been angels or my dear grandma coming to take him home. I only know that I felt comforted by my dad's peace. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 19, 2012 First place in Touched by an Angel contest (Gail Doyle) Eighth place in Emotional Poem Contest (PD)

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

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my angels

My weary brain keeps me awake
A constant fiendish fear grabs my face,
Is she thirsty or is the fan too high for him,
I wish I‘d rather die in every ache,
Which intends to inflict you my angels!
Take me and tear me apart,
And bring every grief on to me,
But don’t unfortunate them…
A greed has taken me and
All I wish is to farewell the passions,
Because I want to give you the world,
By little I have, by work,
I have my heaven living in the next room,
Lord keep them always in bloom.

(*i call my momdad my angels)

Copyright © HINA NASIR | Year Posted 2015

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Life of Sickness

I played catch with my dad once in my life
I was very young playing catch with Dad
they were laughing at me dad and his wife
Dad’s drinking did get mother very mad

after the divorce dad was remarried
he lived in different places down south
Mother wanted those memories buried
Mother did yell and shout with her loud mouth

growing up I did learn sports on my own
living with my sister and my mother
fortunately Bonnie and I have grown
today Bonnie hates her little brother

actually Alanon helped me out
I learn of alcoholism without doubt

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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The Train That Took Them Home

Written by:  D. Collins 12/19/14

Being that it is now Christmas time.
Two influential people come to mind.
Although, they’re not here, I won't shed tears.
The world hasn’t a clue of what they did over the years.

From their stem you get a person like me.
Born to help others, but not instinctively.
I went through training on being good to the core.
Because, the way I was, caused many to quit before.

My Grandmother and her son never gave up on me.
Whatever they were seeing, I just could not see.
Their repeated repetition and expression of love.
Finally seeped in , and eventually woke me up.

So, like them, I pass along what I have learned.
Hoping to get through, before a life gets burned.
By putting in work, I hope that when I am gone.
I’ll be on that train that took them home.

Copyright © Darrell Collins | Year Posted 2014

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master of the sea

Master of the Sea
He came rolling into my lunch café a man who had
spent his life on a restless deck of a fishing vessel,
the boss himself that must be obeyed.
Old now white wild white hair but was still a force 
a loud voice used to shout expletives to the sea and 
crew and his roaring laughter that of a grand voyager.
He was not alone his friend was with him a cook who 
had suffered his rage when there was no fish the sea 
becalmed and the sails were long johns in the breeze

The master fisherman ate and drank well his pale
companion, less so and when the big man became
too thunderous he quieted him down.
Later I encountered the old hero in the toilet, he
didn`t look so big then and was straining to piss,
just another old man with an enlarged prostate.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

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The Separation

Quite far away under a plot of ground
Some old, decaying bones can there be found--
That’s all that’s left except the memories.
The days are lonely now since I don’t hear
From this departed one so close and dear,
And yet somehow I know that now he sees
His son, now trying very hard to say
Some words about his dad who’s passed away
By using now this way of eulogies:
The poems of him and his life that I write.
If I could have it closer, then I might
Go to the plot where now his body lies
And think about the day when soon we’ll be
United once again eternally
When we meet face to face up in the skies.
Yet herein lies the hope and truth I’ve found:
He really does not lie there in the ground,
And when I think of that I realize
That Dad now waits for me at heaven’s gate,
And miles of ground and earth don’t separate.

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2011

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Irish Fire

what is up with the fighting fierce Irish? 
reality appears to them garish 
very sensitive yet beg you to stay 
when you visit, for just another day 

this is the problem with a great big heart 
never knowing when to stop, just to start 
living in the moment keeps it simple 	
but often surprises, with a pimple 

my dad took every day, pimple or plain 
taught me to believe in living again 
to him I was nothing but superman 
no son would not believe that Irishman 
fire is hot and if too close you will burn 
just respect the man and his heart will turn 

-updated July 2016-

Copyright © Just James | Year Posted 2016

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'Quit! Give Up! You Are Beaten'
They Shout At Me And Plead
'There's Just Too Much Against You Now'
This Time You Cant Succeed'

And As I Start To Hang My Head
In Front Of Failure's Face
My Downward Fall Is Broken By
The Memory Of That Skating Race! 

And Hope Refills My Weekend Will, 
As I Recall That Scene, 
For Just The Thought Of That Short Race, 
Re-Energied My Being

They All Line Up So Full Of Hope, 
Each Thought To Win That Race, 
Or Tie For First, Or If Not That
Atleast Take Second Place

And Fathers Watched From Off Side
Each Cheering For His Son, 
And Each Boy Helped To Show His Dad, 
That He Would Be The One

The Whistle Blew And Off They Went, 
Young Hearts And Hope Afire.
To Win And Be The Hero There, 
Was Each Boy's Desire.

And One Boy In Particular, 
Whose Dad Was In Crowd, 
Was Running Near The Lead And Thought 
'My Dad Will Be So Proud! '

But As He Speeded Down The Field, 
Across A Shallow Dip, 
The Little Boy Who Thought To Win, 
Lost His Step And Slipped.

So Down He Fell And With Him His Hope, 
He Couldn't Win It Now, 
Embrassed, Sad, He Only Wished, 
To Disappear Some How. 

But As He Fell His Dad Stood Up, 
And Showed His Anxious Face, 
Which To The Boy So Clearly Said, 
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

He Quickly Rose No Damage Done, 
Behind A Bit, That's All-
And Ran With All His Mind And Might, 
To Make Up For His Fall.

So Anxious To Restore Himself, 
To Catch Up And To Win, 
His Mind Went Faster Than His Legs, 
He Slipped And Fell Again.

He Wished Then He Had Quit Before, 
With Only One Disgrace.
I'm Hopeless As A Runner Now, 
I Shouldn't Try To Race.

But In The Laughing Crowd He Searched, 
And Found His Father's Face, 
That Steady Look, He Said Again, 
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

Exerting Everything He Had, 
He Gained Yards Eight To Ten, 
But Trying So Hard To Catch The Lead, 
He Slipped And Fell Again.

'Get Up.', An Echo Sounded Low.
'Get Up And Take Your Place'
You Were Not Meant For Failure Here.
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

They Cheered The Winning Runner, 
As He Crossed Line First Place, 
Head High And Proud And Happy
No Falling No Disgrace.

But When The Fallen Youngster, 
Crossed The Line Last Place, 
The Crowd Gave Him The Greater Cheer
For Finishing The Race.

And To His Dad He Sadly Say, 
'I Did Not Do Too Well'
'To Me You Won', His Father Said
'You Rose Each Time You Fell'.

For All Of Life Is Like That Race, 
With Ups And Downs And All, 
And All Of You Have To Do To Win, 
Is Rise Each Time, You Fall. 

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2012

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Elements Part 4 - Fire

Stars In My Heart

Free from pain, he lay aloof and still on the bier
I saw him sleep motionless with no trace of fear
Recanting the prayers after the village priest-head
Eyes lowered I sniffled and dropped my heavy head

Sandalwood logs and incense were placed above him
Saline tears kept dripping down as all looked so grim
The crackling red flames shot arrows to heaven's bed 
When pyre was kindled to bid farewell to the dead

His soul with fire danced in celebration 
But our souls were charred and ashen as dad moved on
In a pensive mood I reflected on fusion
Of bonds and connections that bind us to love on

The inferno brought me out of this delusion
Of nothingness, but stars in my heart to live on

May 1, 2016
Elements Parts 4 - Fire
For Brian Davey

12 syllables in each line

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016

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This letter, with the writing on the page

Fill me with emotions that run so deep

Yet it releases your emotions from an iron cage

While mine continue to seep and seep

What shall I do with his new thought?

Do you really care for me as I care for you?

This letter just makes me feel so caught

Could this all really be true?

Dad, I love you. We both know this

This letter proves you love me too

Dad we both know it is you I miss

You miss me; this letter is the final clue.

Together we've been on an up and down ride

Yet we shall always stay together, side by side.

Copyright © Amber Challender | Year Posted 2012

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Paris Sonnet

Paris Sonnet 
 I visited Paris a few days ago went into a café 
And ordered a cream cake, the slice was huge 
And had a yellow liquid on top, I was assured 
It was sweaty sugar.
Tiny footsteps
No, it was decoration 
Made by an artistic baker and a fork 
I have diabetes should not eat sugary things
Put a serviette over the cake, drank my coffee and left. 
The river Seine was still high

I just this morning read that Paris has a plaque of rats 
Discerning taste prefers cake shops and why not
Who wants to live in that dirty river blind lovers 
Think are romantic.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

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In his tiger eye's

In his tiger eye's 
I could see his wild side 
all the pain he had to combat 
Oh, how cold his heart can be
when he starts too think about his history,
Out in that pouring rain
he feels his own pains
forgetful he was not 
He could spot you from far
and remember every word you ever said,

But he can be warm and sweet 
when he is off his feet 
His eye's has witnessed more then most 
I could talk to him about truth and Love 
But I would be only wasting time 
Because he only hears one sided stories.

Poetic Judy Lilly Emery (c)

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

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Buying Bullets

I see my daughter as n feisty teen 
but of course any boyfriends day dream 
ogling my beautiful only daughter 
will bring on your instant awful slaughter 

I’m a man of a certain caliber
a girl’s father needs no Excalibur 
a double barrel slug is in your sight 
loaded ready to release her dad's spite 

my scope in focus and set for the kill 
a shotgun means I need no shooting  skill 
so watch your amorous boyfriend action 
it will lead to unequal reaction 

stocking up bullets at every payday 
this despite only her second birthday 

Copyright © Just James | Year Posted 2016

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Syria children

 Syria`s Children 

He sat down to write a poem for nature
When he closed his eyes and saw bombed out buildings
Rain dripping from wrecked concrete onto 
The street where it formed a muddy pool but that
 Didn`t stop the children playing captains of the deep sea
Another bomb fell and obliterated this harsh idyll
What was left was mist and fire where it once had been
A muddy puddle.

His pleasant poem about a track and olive roots trying
To trip him up, the shepherd, his dog, and sheep coming
His way the good small of wool like an obscenity today
And did little to assuage his fear for the future.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

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Two Bars Of Candy

he placed his dreams on a Greyhound bus trip
headed west down that interstate highway 
nectarines of labor beckoned his lips
fruit of the strangest kind graced the front page
signs more telling than the constitution 
categorized this creation of God
blood flowed freely from this institution
through the Emmitt Till nightmare he did plod
this journey left his soul drenched in hunger
food passed through a crevice was not his way
holy guardians danced like whore mongers
basking in the glow of hooded forays
two bars of candy were his blessed meal
the power of the Lord became his shield

Copyright © Richard Evans | Year Posted 2017