Vicarage Garden Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Vicarage Garden

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In vicarage garden on a bench
Frail old vicar sits caressed by autumn breeze
Overcoat, scarf, hat, gloves against the cold
Pondering on gifts God bestowed.

Wife, children, friends, kind neighbours
He gives thanks for his long life
Given in service for others without complaint
Toiling in his Lord's vineyard harvesting souls.

Feels sharp pain in his chest
Life like sunlight at dusk begins to fade
From the shadows steps two familiar figures
Cherished parents long since passed.

"Your time has come, " his father says
And taking the old vicar by the hand
Leads him towards a dazzling light
Welcomed at Heaven's gate by Angels.

Thursday, August 14, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: death,faith,love and life,service
Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 28 August 2008

the garden of belonging...........welcoming the longing.touching piece colin!

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H K 20 August 2008

everyone is thoroughly sure of death to come and just as much uncertain of how it'll be.....a very nicely painted picture of death! ! ! !

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Fabio Ricardo Vieira 20 August 2008

Great demostraition of faith, eloquent speech, trust words.....

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Christine Natale 16 August 2008

Marvelous! I love poems such as this that paint a picture and tell a story. Thank you!

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Ramesh T A 14 August 2008

Men may come and men may go, but life goes on so for the sincere people as depicted in the poem on the Earth!

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Colin Ian Jeffery

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