A Poem In Memory of Mark Heard, A Dear Friend
I Never Got to Meet, except through hearing his Music.
Mark Heard 1951-1992
A Poem In Memory of Mark Heard, A Dear Friend
I Never Got to Meet, except through hearing his Music.
Mark Heard 1951-1992
Sometimes I see it in songs
Or in hymns
Or open places
In moments remembered
And words between friends
My heart's song springs out
Antiphonal responses to the truth
Experience coins a phrase
That will never be minted again
I know there is a blinding instant
When something eternal becomes clear
When one thing is lost
Something else is found
I believe I will see it again
I believe I will hear it again
In a new heaven
In a new earth
Or in hymns
And open places
Moments remembered
Words between friends
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