For, Dallas
A window darkened
all too soon,
Now fog is
lifting; rise the moon,
A beaconed path
for us to roam,
A lighted road;
please lead us home!
When all seems
bleak and disarrayed,
Just count on
friends, and those who prayed,
Your family and
those you love,
And, God who
cradles from above!
Peter Lowell
Paulson
October 2, 2014
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