The Listener
By George Coombs •
The Listener
Listener, there when my
First breath danced
In glory of your
Personhood.
Traveller, along my
Every road leaving
Creation signed with
Your gathering honour
From eternity your
Light walks beside me
Still, you are here.
We travelled
While arthritis, pain,
Blighted your
Dear body now, you
Are free my special
Friend is holy angel
From realms of glorious
Light, here, all sound
Speaks of love unending
Shows purity of
Light within light.
George Coombs