Irish Papist

Irish Papist
Me and General Robert Lee

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

A Christmas Poem to Michelle

All the words I ever write
I dedicate to you.
And all the beauty that I see
I want to show to you.
And all the thoughts that come my way
Are thoughts that lead to you.
And all the praise of all the world
Is less than a smile from you.

And when I pray to holy God
I pray for me and you.
And when I hear a happy tale
It makes me think of you.
And when I hear a story sad
It makes me think of you.
And memories from long ago
Are somehow about you.

And thinking of the wide wide world
Just leads me back to you.
And looking deep into my soul
I see a home for you.
And every sweet sight in the world
Just makes me think of you.
And any triumph I could win
Is a flower to give to you.

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