Tom W Draper
He stood on The Mountain of the Lord with beautiful feet.
He withstood the earthquakes, perturbed only as a good man with a good heart might be:
At the sadness, the destruction and the suffering of it all.
He withstood the great winds and was not bowed down longer than a sapling,
Anchoring his family and other loved and Loved ones with strong hands.
He took to fires with rescue in his heart. And also stood and sat with stillness and pleasantness
So many time for those who needed it—we all needed it.
Surely, surely the Delicate Whisper comes, “Well done my son, well done.”
With Love,
T. W. Draper