Category : Poems

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Heaven.
Keeps a Man calm.

A blind one’s walking stick,
In the Hand of the Sight-ed.
On One’s  Way,
To a Date with Death.
An Escort for Those who See Nothing..


For Although the 
Sheep be Many,
The Shepard waits 
On the Few.
Protector in the After Life.
You, I am waiting for.
As Wolves befriend Demons,
Angels Defend the Shepard.
71 Be They that Follow Me.
You are Hope against the 
Oncoming Nightmare.
So Terrible Who 
Would want to stare. 
Or make a sound.
Remember We are There, 
They are not Here. 
We are where
 It’s called
Glory Bound.


Ironic,
One wouldn’t look nor 
Make a sound,
Just trust in the Voice.
I guess A Voice,
Saying, “ Fol-low Me “,
To get Them around.
I Once was Lost,
Now Found for The 
Blind to See.


Yes,
The Men are 
All calm.
Now moved on
To Their Eternal Rest.
Forever Surrounded by
Those Sil-en-tly tapp-ing.