C-ity of gold-paved streets,
A-s well as sheer joy, not gray;
R-ejoice over blissful abode,
L-oneliness is far
A-way.
P-ray to the Lord Almighty,
A-round, the enemies roam;
L-et God show the right path
O-n your way home.
M-ist may blur your vision, making you go astray;
A-bove the ground haze may appear, to shroud the beautiful day.
R-oute toward salvation,
U-nder the wide blue sky;
T-hird dawn of May
A-ims to shine bright and high.
Q-uest for the promised land,
U-nfazed by diamond, silver, and chrome;
I-nclude faith, love, and hope
O-n your way home.
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A wonderful and lovely acrostic, dear Bernard......10+++++++++++++