Charles Hancock


Out Of The Blue


At times, it stormed out of the blue
And I found myself mired in a slough
Waiting for the squall to push through
For the sun never shone when I wanted it to

Some found love right from the start
Cupid's arrow pierced their heart
Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart
For me, passion was more like abstract art

Discovered the Yellow Brick Road's end
Just where the Trail of Tears begin
My lot in life was tough to comprehend
But you turned out to be a godsend

So I scrapped my worldly views on sin and love
For the Guiding Light comes from above
Descending from heaven like a dove
Sought His direction, that I'm undeserving of

My love, after our grandchildren have grown
Lie down with me in the field of stone
We'll always be together; never alone
As we worship at the foot of His throne

Submitted: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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