It Is But After The Glow Poem by James McLain

It is but after the glow
This
one cloud of tears it bursts
is but
honor from sky that cloud
is forever, never lost to me
to let me go thereof,
away from back into
that of which i was
again into i am.
Inspecting, 'Generals,
but the glow
secure in it's compliance,
mysterious one therein it's memory
which is there and was a low price
paid thus by they, ' is it's usefulness.
High the arch, sits her and her in his,
This of thine, largest of all angels
which art thou and orders it to pass it by
and thou-st angel most assuredly, confined.
Being firm from the flesh
and by any means of escape going out
from the heavens up until,
the attempt now is,
it too like grass the dew you it follows.