Comments on: Alan Dillon http://www.birkeyblog.com/2009/05/20/alan-dillon/ the personal musings and art of Randal Birkey Tue, 03 Jan 2012 17:23:43 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Mary Artis http://www.birkeyblog.com/2009/05/20/alan-dillon/comment-page-1/#comment-1380 Mary Artis Sun, 07 Jun 2009 21:30:09 +0000 http://www.birkeyblog.com/?p=1424#comment-1380 Hi Randal; I was viewing your site and read the story of your father and your friend David's father passing on within weeks of each other. My condolences to both of you. I some how felt a need to share a poem with you that I wrote years ago that is metaphorical to life or the spirit there in. IT'S "HIS" WILL By Mary Artis There lies a bud amongst the harsh forest where the trunks grow tall and wide. Then came the rain and nourishing sun. The roots push forward against the wall that protect it from harm's way. The leaves begin to grow. The buds begin to show. The pebbles begin to flourish against the radiant sun. Its' stems stand tall and erect. Its' thorns as sharp as needles as its' coat of armour against its' enemies. There it stands, tall and proud, the most beautiful creation around the world. Yet fragile against the signs of winter, the signs of time. Finally, it whithers against the chill. Its stems stand bare and roughened with age. Its' roots lie domant beneath the protective wall. Knowing that... because its "HIS" WILL... The King of Kings, The ruler of all seasons, of all things, then... It shall rise again. But until then, it shall Rest in Peace. Randal, though our bodies shall return to dust, as you know, our spirits shall live for all eternity. Hopefully you and David can find comfort in knowing that you have that moment to look forward to seeing your dad(s) again. God Bless. Sincerely, Mary Artis Hi Randal;
I was viewing your site and read the story of your father and your friend David’s father passing on within weeks of each other. My condolences to both of you. I some how felt a need to share a poem with you that I wrote years ago that is metaphorical to life or the spirit there in.

IT’S “HIS” WILL
By Mary Artis
There lies a bud amongst the harsh forest where the trunks grow tall and wide.
Then came the rain and nourishing sun. The roots push forward against the wall that protect it from harm’s way.
The leaves begin to grow. The buds begin to show. The pebbles begin to flourish against the radiant sun.
Its’ stems stand tall and erect. Its’ thorns as sharp as needles as its’ coat of armour against its’ enemies.
There it stands, tall and proud, the most beautiful creation around the world.
Yet fragile against the signs of winter, the signs of time. Finally, it whithers against the chill.
Its stems stand bare and roughened with age. Its’ roots lie domant beneath the protective wall.
Knowing that… because its “HIS” WILL… The King of Kings, The ruler of all seasons, of all things, then…
It shall rise again. But until then, it shall Rest in Peace.

Randal, though our bodies shall return to dust, as you know, our spirits shall live for all eternity. Hopefully you and David can find comfort in knowing that you have that moment to look forward to seeing your dad(s) again. God Bless.

Sincerely,
Mary Artis

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