A Poem

‎"The mind that was your beauty Now is dark And the soul, the elevating spirit, Too, is gone. My mind returns to think upon a line; 'Will we meet again?' Neglected for so long. The question hurts. My mind pursing it. Approaches God in silence and alone. Looks up; and then it knows It must not ask; 'The answer, child, will come When you have grown.'" - James H. Ware, Jr., 1922-2012. God rest your soul, Mr. Jim! Submitted by Jason Stern