He stands on the hills of heaven,
looking out over us all.
Keeping an eye on all his flock,
day and night.
A shepherd or sentinel,
call him what you like.
He stands there to guard us,
and send evil a flight.
He has many names,
you can call him
what you will,
but we will all greet him
in the future sometime.
(20 June 2007)
Excellent reminder here, thoughts to hold close when dreary days are not easy to overcome. Hope of a better something, someday, somewhere out there...marci.xo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am has you know david, one who believes in living in the here and now, what will be in the future well thats not for us to see, but if it gives poeple comfort to think of the ever after, well thats good too, each to their own...10