Religious and spiritual poem about the death of a man, the poets father who passed away in 2000. A sweet, and close to the bone poem about angels and a tear in the eye, prayers read, and the call of heaven. Aspiring poet Peter Menkin reads the work for Archive.org, and for posting on the Peter Menkin blog, where the text of the poem may be found. These words from the body of the work:
Death was coming, being held back
with ancient gestures, as the Lord
Himself was present. Above the bed
a vision of the presence of an angel,
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