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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Day Four 4 Vier Quatro--

Today's poem is a quatrain. If you want to know what a quatrain is, visit this site:

So this one is MY quatrain poem:

The Father and His Royal Son
Have spoken to us everyone
Through men of God they lead us home
from strange pathways where we roam.

They shine a light for us to see
The way to joy and felicity
We have but to grasp the iron rod
To make our way back home to God.
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy  

1 comment:

  1. Boy, LOVE that "Torch-bearers" poem, after such a great Conference today!! Nicely done!!