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Ezekiel J. Krahlin
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5 POEMS TO MY SOULMATE

©1998 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin


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Kindness is the hand that heals
With understanding, love,
Knowing what it's like to feel
Without a friend above.

God has stirred within my heart
And made His hand my own
To save the beauty that thou art
And bring you warmly home.

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In the meadow dwells a handsome man
Who tends a flock of sheep,
And all the creatures of the wood
Who trust his tender keep.

Randolph, lovely Randolph,
I have wandered long and far
To find a man so sweet and brave
As I know you are.

Can I join this happy fold
Secure in your strong arms?
For I know that in your care
Shall come to me no harm.

And in return I'll always be
Your close companion, heartfelt joy,
Someone you can hug and kiss
And call your little boy.

(Just keep your hands off the sheep,
okay big buddy?)

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F rom far away or near at hand
A lways at your side I'll stand,
T o be the son within your heart:
H ome of love thou truly art.
E ach ship I hope brings home my sailor:
R andolph Louis "Chipmunk" Taylor.

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R ivers of kindness course through your heart,
A rtery of God's messengers.
N ewborn child in the valley of
D reams-Come-True, listen to
O rpheus sing your name as
L ilies of the field bow their heads and
P urple heather underneath your shoe travels
H omeward where I sit, by a candle.

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More than this,
I sing the song of Randolph Taylor:
A song of trust as he steers the wheel
On our journey home.  Brave sailor!

The water may be choppy,
And the clouds may loom in dread,
But for Randy Taylor
Who steers us straight ahead.

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