Written June 1985
Today we have met, you and I
Within the sacredness of His wounded Heart
The miles divide only mortal ways
You in Rome
And I....
The mists hang heavy in this
Mountain vale
The rain a symphony
Sounding against the gray and greens
Canada.
Time weights heavy
Youth is not patient
So I grow old
But...
The cold damp days
Are but watchfires
Burning long into the night.
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