A nurse’s lamp lights a Nightingale throng,
As an age’d ***** sings the evening song,
From life’s stamp at birth belong,
With ending near, constrained by wrong,
Holds love dear while time waits long.
Fears night’s dark, but fears not the sea,
Stray dogs bark at the Mockingbird’s plea,
As angels hark, tears flow free,
And as the gathered flock nod and weep
Such keys unlock his endless sleep
The sweet silver lark of his golden reign,
‘Twas but a soulless ark with a mimic’s stain,
A moment’s search and a second to pray,
Evolution’s church had forgot the way,
“Solutions” besmirch not explain away.
Night to day and day so bright,
There he lay in heaven’s sight,
With years dismay he fought his plight,
As emotions flicker the soldier’s rite,
To light a candle in Crimea’s night
And to the next and so it goes,
In the nurse’s debt, they won’t impose,
Yet more still, yet more come
For those who ****, it is the sum
And with God’s will, see the morning sun…
A man from a soldiering family is an atheist all his life but turns to God on his death bed.
