a poem in my pocket

Dedicated to the family of Henry Wynia, who passed away 8-27-16.

Beloved,

bereaved by

an accidental fall

into valley of death’s shadow

dark night of grief

He bottles our tears

father’s life in our Father’s hands

He battles our fears

soul rests in relief

under his strong wings’ shelter

a providential call

comforted by

Beloved.

A quadrille/mirror poem linked to dVerse Poets.