Out Of The Blues Poem by Teacher Kevin

We stood as pillars, side by side,
To lead the flock and seek the light,
Tenure finished, hearts untied
From the duties of the holy fight.

I saw the grace within your frame,
The way your smile could heal a room,
And whispered softly to your name
Of seeds I hoped would start to bloom.

I pictured us in frames of gold,
A wedding dance, a light embrace,
A heavy love for me to hold,
A tiny form, a radiant face.

I thought our spirits walked in stride,
A harvest sown in prayer and trust,
But when I opened up inside,
My golden dreams were turned to dust.

The gavel fell, the term was through,
I spoke of life, of 'me and you, '
But shock was all the spirit knew
When you called it Out Of The Blues