Apr 19, 2014




                sat in the back of Church 

The old lady sits not knowing she is a saint

Because. The image we have of saints and angels is not true

Concretefaith is what she has displayed to her family

Neighbours

Community

she is not alone

Justice goodness humility have been the issues she has brought to her creator

Year after year

From when she was a young intent girl

Whose family left this Island and travelled to see k better life

Concrete has been her faith like many days she returns to Church topray

               Now she sits grey haired bodie bent time has past but her concrete faith remains

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MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"