And so we shared emails this afternoon.
And so our words have ended much too soon.
And so tonight I watch us in the moon
and Jupiter reflecting with one light
it seems. Will such wonder lead to insight
in our dreams? Sight an angel’s sacred flight
assuring blessings and sweet heaven’s care?
What’s left to do but offer silent prayer
for those we love? What’s left for us to share
but grace of open mind and heart we gave
through honest words today? Feel the wind wave
across your face. Please smile and say you’ll save
my poetry. I’ll preserve every phrase
of your gentle counsel, your gracious praise.
Roger Armbrust
October 14, 2011
