The Hardiest Shall Adhere - Poem by Mark Heathcote
All for but a few,
death is a foe!
but don't they know?
He can't be slain…
or beaten like a dragon.
Yes, he may be returned to his cave.
But, expectant or not…?
he'll return with his fieriest flames.
'Then like a mahogany tree in autumns fall…
even they the hardiest shall adhere to his call'.
Pent with an Acers leafy fire…?
Even they into all His glory then expire!
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