Worn thin, yet not to weakness,
This prophet worked, Donne's godly gold,
Warmed in Affliction’s furnace
Like his peers of Old.
His body bore the burdens
Of an entropic, skeptic Age:
Proved instrument in the garden!
Fiber optic Sage!
How blessed upon the mountain
Is the narrow path he trod:
He has reached the living fountain
Of th’Eternal God.
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Wow, Jon, how do you come up with this stuff...and so fast?! That was a very nice tribute to a wonderful man.
P.S. There is such pressure to comment, but I think I will start easing off, as my comments are lame. :)
nice tribute jon, we will all miss him, what a soldier he was and is. One of the truly great ones. We will be watching the funeral on BYU TV on Saturday at 11 a.m. love, mom C.
Thank you Jonathon, I love your poem. We'll definitely miss him, but it's impossible to be sad, what a happy time for him and his beloved wife.
Dad says to tell you that he likes it too!! Love you guys. Mom
Gordon B. Hinckley,
Prophet, Seer, Revelator--
laid to rest at last
Amid snow sleet and wind
long lined mourners, rejoicers--
rememberance fond
Great one fallen--no!
Great one raised on high. Welcome
eternity, home
Sorry to intrude--but when I read your poem, I felt I had to write something, too (even if it's poor haiku). Ciao bello
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