Serendipity Poem by Michael Esdaile Walker
Serendipity
Since your presents have filled my days
Evil is unveiled as second-hand
Resentment, I am reformed to praise;
Eventually a dove brought from strand
Noah more than any leaf-
Discovered land: an antidote to grief
Indiscernible before, was clear
Panacea to wonder at, to share
In praise of you called the Compassionate
That you forswore more just than fate,
You Serendipity, new land, estate.
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