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As you shall some day look upon your mother’s verse
And recall the words: “In books you must immerse!”...
Such things of little worth, once dispersed ...
Repose within heart and soul, now rehearsed…

As you walk through life beguiled with shades of gold
And find yourself besieged with mortal rage... Behold!
There is a glorious place where God and Son forever reign…
And rays of virtue brightly stream through toil and earthly pain

As you retrace the stages of time’s flight…
And stinging memory weaves thoughts contrite...
There is no goodbye or parting rhyme
There is only myrrh and hearts sublime…

Too far to see with mortal eyes
This gleam of abiding paradise…
Souls once confined from home
In streams of light now swiftly roam…

Forget what you must leave behind
Rather, seek what you should find
Ties that bind…Love deep and kind…
Crystal vision …no longer blind…

Dear son, don’t mourn for me
For Eternity now belongs to me…
Each silent cry of ebbing tide … I hear…
Fear not! I see your every secret tear
Reluctant pride only holds you near…

There is no leafless tree up here
Only Christmas carols, Oh so clear…
And the warmth of sheltering grace,
As a mother waits for her son’s embrace...






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