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Alexander Matthew Johns

by Scott Utley


A spiraling orb of sea-green-blue burst into a ball of fire-red flames,


leaving nothing in its wake but silence


wrapped in an inky black coat of inner knowing.


You beside me smiling that smile only you can smile said loud and clear,


"everything will be just fine".


Isn't that the truth? Isn't it true?


Our feathered wings were royal purple newly sprouted.


Dancing with joy from one cloud to another,


we flew into our future with our unconquerable souls,


and our unshakable faith in glory and the arresting beauty of perfect faith.


We both smiled that smile that only knowing God can bring.


Pure joy! We filled the world with pure joy!


That is the truth! Isn't it? Isn't though? It sure is!






08/08/2006

Author's Note: Alex Johns
8 23 1966 8 7 2010 I hear your trumpet!
Such a happy sound!

08/20/2010

Posted on 08/20/2010
Copyright © 2019 Scott Utley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Wendy Sparling on 08/31/13 at 02:28 AM

Pure love. Yes, it is.

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