I lost a friend the other day. In some ways he was spared the misery of radio therapy for bone cancer at the age of 84.
Whenever the wind blows
Or the night is still
Whenever the forge glows
And the hammer falls on anvil and live iron
Whenever the tireless mills spin on
To carve a measured way in steel
Whenever the cage falls
And new men look at the mines of old
Whenever a lamp is lit
To light the uncertain way
Whenever a flower blooms
And greets the light of day
Whenever water and paint combine
To give a likeness of the world
And when the darkness comes to call the sun
To paint the sky with gold
I will remember your gentleness
And your warmth
Yet in grief at seeing you no more
And shadowed loss surrounds me
Your legacy of gentleness
And wisdom too
Shall give my wounded spirit joy.
R.K.C. 6-7-01
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Richard Walker is an English author who has had these four books published in hardback version and is now presenting his work in electronic form: Sing A Song of Stopsley, To Catch The Shadow of The Moon, The Ballad of Baggy Mag, and Vox Angelicus (The angel voices of Luton). Read about them here: ebooks