An Unpublished Poem by Frank C. Ammerman, Sr. - Meditation on Maple Hill (143 total words in this text) (330 Reads)  Meditation on Maple Hill
I stood today on grassy ground
With maple shade trees all around
And gazed on markers row on row
For old friends I used to know.
One is standing in its place,
My name engraved upon its face.
This tired old body, weak and worn
Struggling with life since it was born,
Will lie here safe from all harm,
Resting in Mother Nature’s arms.
My soul by Death’s cold hand set free,
Will speed into Eternity.
Back to the place from which it came
To live in me and bear my name,
Its still small voice throughout my life,
Urging me upwards in its strife.
I know my loved ones I shall meet
And kneeling at my Savior’s feet
Receive a recompense,
The joy of His approving smile now safe within His loving care,
Will spend eternal life up there.
-Frank C. Ammerman Sr. |
