Jim Richardson Poems

What madness? What madness lurks within
my cranium wall?
What is this evil that surrounds
Us all?
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I desire to take a journey
To content my wandering soul,
I have a passion for a land
On some high and windy Knoll.
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The stream was glistening in
the morning air
Watching for a moment I
began to stare.
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Maybe tomorrow the wind will blow
And dry my cheeks of tears
Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine
And melt away the fears
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Almighty God, I come to you in
grief and sorrow
and ask that you give me
one more tomorrow
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Hark! I hear a voice! Whose voice
do I hear?
It began as a faint hum and now
It is so clear.
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Today, do not mourn Charles, mourn
for all that know not Christ.
Today We bid a sad but fond farewell
to Charles. A sad farewell knowing that
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Please, fetch my cloak and bind me close
For death is in the night,
The wind is chill, the odor strange and
Every breath a blight.
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Could you ever come back to me?
Could you ever forgive a past that I regret
With every thread of my soul?
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I hear the toll of the last bell
And sense God, s peace within
Slowly the toll fades away
Soon I will be free of sin
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