Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Talitha


Before I retired for the final time and became a starving watercolor artist I tried my hand at poetry.
Some of the productions I liked and the following is one of them:

TALITHA

Talitha, child, was still born
But she rose before the Crown
Frail body in full reform
Her color from blue to brown

The breath she drew was deep
Full and pregnant with new life
A covenant this child to keep
Never to marry and be a wife

She pledged her life to He
To the love of all mankind
To love and learn, clearly see
The old, hungry, lame and blind

After ninety years her task was done
Her account was fully paid
She quietly walked into the sun
Her last breath where she laid

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