Transient Life - Poem by Buxton Shippy
Since natural life is transient
I cling to your immutable words:
The living organisms
Powered to heal or kill,
Finding their targets
In hearts and minds,
Over lands and seas.
In the theater of my mind
Your transfigured frame
And outstretched arms
Beckoning me come,
When my work on earth
Here I come Lord.
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