A spiritual poem
by Rowan Blair Colver
Twas last night and one
when the story begun
And candles were lit for a name
Their light it has shone
Till it greeted the one
Whose sake they were given a flame
Now warming their hearts
Like imaginations of art
Within the mind of a beautiful child
And looking so far
Past buildings and cars
Revealing their spirits so mild
Blessed are ye
Who remembers of me
And illuminates corners of time
With the gift you have been
And translations it seems
I have given you this little rhyme
Rowan Blair Colver
This poem can be found in Echoes of A Concrete Cocoon by Rowan Blair Colver