143 To Moe Downing on his dying

Posted on January 26, 2016 by Ken Greenman

His soul now, robed in wonder,
trailing light, fueled by joy.
Nothing now can weigh his back,
no tears can quench his fire,
no pain can hinder his motion,
no stumble in his path.
His soul, now free,
travels.

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Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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