Though newer eyes behold your light
No diamond-hearted fearful blight
Are you
We shared and spoke, discussed and cried
And from my deeps welled up a pride
For you
The we that once had been, no more
And yet my ache for you is no more raw
And you
Stole through our words, his misty trace
As if by magic you made space
For she
Who was the first taught me to live
And through her rending pain did give
Me, me
An I who shared her every ache
And by the Grace did help her make
A she
Who found once more a will to smile
And strength to walk the weary mile
That we
Who swam the depths of seas so dark
We very nearly lost the spark
of He
Who held our place safe in His Heart
Where lay the secrets of our part
In we
Few I’ve had now in this Life
Each with its joys and each its strife
For me
To learn the songs the spirit sings
Once angels have stitched on his wings
And you
My angel, and your man, must grow
Into each other’s ebb and flow
While I
Go forth and learn what lessons new
Have since been set by Masters who
Love me
I’ll miss the time that we had
But little angel I am glad
For you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem