Anthony Fry (01/01/1939 / North - West Camberwell)

On God's appointed day. Our cherished loved ones disappear.
Awakened the chosen morn clad only of mine tender smile.
Breakfast dining, wholehearted on my thoughts dreams.
Bearing the heavenly missives of life, today's fate unknown.

Departing life forgiving. I did not ask for life on an edge.
Perceived in a passion thoughtlessly, I becoming my soul.
In darkness dolefully, joining others few once knew.
Returning in the dark dawn, bore with lone nostalgia.

Missing love beyond, longing merry making in the hay.
Living life's long forsaken unrepentant solitude hours.
With a glimpse of reflections disturbed by compassion.
Watching forsaken. Gods humblest ever days pass by.

Seeking safe shelter. Joyous laughter alas falls silent.
Music hearken, plucked harps the nightingales singing.
Listening intent distinct. A scarcely heard cuckoo.
Distant ultimate echoes, chorus sweet angel choirs.

In fleeting moments. Angry wayfarers forgiving their foes.
Dream of beautiful times. Happiness lots of years reaped.
No evil in the Elysian fields, just peace everlasting.
God's warm outstretched hand comforting that loneliness.

Dwell in our fathers forest. A tranquil quite paradise.
An engraved plaque, on a misty wave crest floating.
Ever a wistful heart ache. Our lights will meet Eternally.
Entering those exquisite hallowed pearly gates AMEN! .