There is still time <br />To kiss my old parents <br />And to realize <br />What lovely saints <br />In a dark world. <br /> <br />I fear the demise <br />Of everyone I love, <br />Fear that I lost myself <br />More years ago <br />Than I can remember. <br /> <br />Gradually, we touch people <br />Through prayers and kindness <br />And then trust by faith <br />We left a beautiful poem <br />In their hearts’ sacred place. <br /> <br />When we’re lonely <br />Or bereft with grief, <br />God reads to us the poems <br />Enshrined within.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/collecting-poems/
