The Hand Of Peter Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Frail and soon to Follow

sixty four years and many tears
Iron pillar of strength saith he

She guided him when led astray
an admission by he such a humble man

No measure of worth can be said unto that
a marriage of true meaning
they clung to that

They kept there vows as all could so know
how yet for most rendered blind
by there own discourse

There example can we not learn from
that all we accomplish in the end
is a better world for all to live in

For dust it was so spoken