Monday, January 11, 2010


This is my goodbye to you, this is how I fly from you. May these last days be my love to you, our last moments a flood to you. This is my kiss back to the past for you. I sit here thinking of that street and in my mind I come to you. My church, I quietly walk away from you, my brothers and sisters I detach from you. This great tree I leave to you, it’s roots watered by tears I cry for you. May my footsteps be a path for you, I hope my life had meaning for you.

J M Prater