Eternity's Quilt!

Dedicated to Angie

 

 

They say the world can never be

As simple as it used to be.

 

I say to them, how blessed I am

To know the gentle hand of man.

 

I see, as, every time I go

Into my mind, and memories flow.

 

My heart is sad, as I recall

What was for me, and, not for all.

 

Many with pain, and horror filled,

No peace in youth, or love instilled.

 

The ones' abused in many forms;

actions, which will be thought upon

by "One" of higher power!

 

"Touch not...these innocents' of mine;"

Will thunder in that final hour

as "judgement" calls to those with guilt!

 

Dismay, regret, and blood is spilt

While stitching on "Eternity's Quilt."

 

To those who've spent this time awry

Will find their chances passing by,

As "Dark" and "Ugly" comes to greet;

The ones', who aren't at Jesus' feet..

 

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©2000