Dec. 12, 1999
When the surgeon gently broke the news That death was waiting only weeks away And no hope remained but only to weep and pray We prayed and Grace descending did perfuse
Our hearts. I kissed to sleep those lovely eyes So filled with silent tears, and held her smile That these long years my spirit did beguile With gentleness and love from brighter skies.
Of strength she has sufficient in her soul To face the fierce Opponent in the cells Wherein the deep divinity also dwells, For in the beauty of her spirit she is whole.
No force or fate can make that beauty less Or loose from us our bond of sacredness.
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