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LA Kirby Dec 2018
Where is he Lord ~this man~
that I’ve waited for so long?
It’s with passion I yearn for him
and look for him once more.

It’s been years since You first spoke of him
So long ~I’ve oft lost hope~
But then, through tears of longing,
my faith again will bolt.

And I dream of him...of how he’ll be
my friend and human love~
But never to replace the True love I’ve found above.

Still Lord, I long for him~
A desire YOU placed in me.
When will he come ~this man~
You created just for me?

                                       LA Kirby
                                        12/9/08
I still wait in faith.
LA Kirby Dec 2018
If I’d known a year ago
you wouldn’t be here today~
I’d spent more time with you
instead of running off to play.

If I’d known a year ago
I wouldn’t see your face~
I’d thought to bring you roses
and slowed my hurried pace.

If I’d known a year ago
I’d cease to hear your voice~
I’d done things oh, so different,
and made a better choice.

But life does not afford us
the knowing in advance ~
So spend time with those you love
while you still have the chance.

                                         LA Kirby
                                         10/23/08
Written a year after my mother’s passing.
LA Kirby Mar 2016
I sit and watch the seconds slipping around on the clock

And God....
                 I think of my life in relation to that time.

Here I am
                 almost twenty years of elapsed time here on your earth

Twenty years....
                       And what have I done?
               Have I touched mankind, my brother?

So many mistakes I've made....
             and God sometimes I wonder,
                                                      if
             you could ever except me back-

But then I realize the vast unendingness of your love
             and
                   I know-
October 31st 1975
LA Kirby Feb 2016
I was there with her
the day she went to Glory
What a tender moment
What a beautiful love story.

Although she'd been in pain,
it ceased to mark her face
when she saw her savior coming
to take her to his place.

And though she could not speak
I watched her reach above
You could feel His warm, sweet presence
On her face, a glow of love.

And in that quiet passing
from this life to the next
there was comfort just in knowing
with him she'd get to rest.

There's no doubt about it
His presence there was known
He came to care for Mother
and welcome her back home.

He blessed me with my mother
compelled to share the story~
Of the peace that fell around her
the day she went to Glory.
For my mother, Iola.

— The End —