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by Denny Lancaster
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She fetched them from the chilly dark
as the cross was held above them high
while angels hovered in the blue sky.
Their pallor some dark, others were gray
towed in stretchers even in sunny May,
the grim reaper slowly came their way.
Those ladies who wore only the white
shone through the chilly dark night,
while skyward spread with arms not bare
through the gray pallor they were there
and a white cap covered the flaxen hair.
Such a miracle for broken minds to see,
ladies in white so richly dressed to see
but none was more beautiful than she.
Then she stretched forth with her hand,
they then asked what she did command,
as she cleansed their wounds with love.
Soothed their minds from great distress,
sang to sleep and freed from weariness
and May gave way to the winters cold
but love flourished and never grew old.
Beneath the cross white clad ladies bowed.
then drawing a breath, the rosary said aloud,
when love and healing on earth were unbound.
These ladies we know from wars wounds stirs
and we know Gods healing power was hers,
brought to all of us with love and in charity,
to shield us from death, and HE was there.
Footnote: These three poems are about the parents of Bernard Howe.
A Nurse-Bernie's Mom.
My Father.
Bernie's Mom.
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