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The Ode
The tide recedes They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old:
but leaves behind
bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down,
but gentle warmth
still lingers on the land.
The music stops,
in sweet refrains.
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning
We will remember them.
Robert Laurence Binyon
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.
M D Hughes
Tiny Angel
For brief and fleeting moment,
an angel touched the ground;
With tiny wings and halo,
and sweet, soft angel sounds.
Those Who Love
It’s always those who love the most
Who most miss the one they love,
When comes the parting of the ways,
And clouds loom dark above;
But tears will pass, your skies will clear
Then will you smile again,
And comfort find in memories,
Which now bring bitter pain.
Unknown
Blessing the lives of others,
in beauty and in grace;
Those who saw the angel,
knew God had kissed his tiny face.
The angel came for reasons
we may not understand;
A journey brief, with gifts so great,
and guided by God’s hand.
So, rest now tiny angel,
your work on earth is through;
In the beauty of God’s perfect love
we saw His gift in you.
Unknown
POEMS Collection
And yet it echoes on
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The Tide Recedes