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Warrior






  My dad, a brave heart, a true knight.  He did not let death consume his awaiting heart.  Death was soon to slip up, out of the reeds, trickling in.  Family, love, laughter, mounted up, pushing death back into the abyss.  Love of God, Love of his cherished family, lifted him onto the solid hill of faith.  Faith he had, like a shield, holding back the fire-breathing dragon.  Praising  in times of joy and deafening falls.  He was a true example of heroism, dignity, and elaborate grace.

"Warrior" is the poem I wrote for my dad's celebration of life.  It was a celebration of heaven and singing angels.  It was a celebration of a man who conquered death, running the race, and winning!



Warrior 

Amidst the magnolias one sunset eve,
The Celtic warrior claimed his poised princess

The love they had was grand and spiritual
Their love was as appetizing as dewy apples

They would journey on the steed of life
They would discover forests of exhilaration

The royal relationship sewed many seeds,
It grew and spread like grapevines

They were heart bled on heart,
Soul chained to deep soul

They were bonded with love ribbons,
Tied with the rope of fondness

They would never separate palms
 but, death came calling

A gentleman the brave heart was,
He knew when to leave this earthly land

 

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