Farewell M. Mcparland Poem by Isadora Quagmire

Amazing words our dear friend wrote,
so tender, pure, and true;
each line a prayer from a faithful heart,
with grace that shone right through.

He spoke of love in gentle tones,
of longing deep and clear;
and oh, how brightly Kira's name
rang sweet for all to hear.

His poems bloomed like morning light,
like blessings gladly cast;
they warmed the weary, heartened the hurt,
and held when sorrow passed.

Now from PoemHunter's quiet pages
his footsteps fade away;
yet all he penned still shines with grace—
a lamp that lit up our days.

Dear friend, God bless you on your road,
may peace upon you fall;
I wish you strength, I wish you joy,
and love that conquers all.

And I, and all who knew your voice,
will miss you more than known;
yet pray the Lord walks close with you
until He brings you home.