Collecting Poems Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Collecting Poems
There is still time
To kiss my old parents
And to realize
What lovely saints
In a dark world.
I fear the demise
Of everyone I love,
Fear that I lost myself
More years ago
Than I can remember.
Gradually, we touch people
Through prayers and kindness
And then trust by faith
We left a beautiful poem
In their hearts’ sacred place.
When we’re lonely
Or bereft with grief,
God reads to us the poems
Enshrined within.
Beauty and compassion are contained in this spare verse. Could we but turn back the hands of time, how many more times could we have said, 'I love you'? Praise for the elegy. The mention of the dark wood adds mythic dimension to the poem. - Will
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5/10/2024 6:29:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Deeply moving. It is not difficult for me to believe that, in the darkest night, God will bring to your remembrance the names of all those souls who have been touched by your poetry. And you will smile knowing it has all been worthwhile. Beautiful write, Uriah, . Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra