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POEM
Michael

Henry Rempel

Yellow bright amid the green of the fields of my life
Grows a flower that is brighter than day;
Reaching out to the life-giving rays of the sun,
It grows higher and deeper each day.
Though the rain falls too hard,
And too strong blows the wind,
It just waves to all those passing by,
Growing graceful and true
In the soil of their love
That they give with their touch and their eye.
May the how and the why
Of my flower never be
The central attraction for me;
Let me love, let me care,
Let me always be ’ware
That its beauty is not just for me.

Time will come, time will go
For the flower of my life;
Only God knows its hour and its day;
Let me wonder, let me bow
To the grace of my Lord
For the flower along my life’s way.

Michael, my son, you’re the flower of my life,
So mysterious and wondrous to me –
While the universe spins in your soul every day,
Your love is so simple and free.

Michael Jonathan Rempel passed away Dec. 3, 2000, at age 27. This poem was written for him as a blessing on his fourth birthday by his father, Henry Rempel, of Sardis Community Church in Chilliwack, B.C.

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Last modified June 29, 2001.

© 2001 Mennonite Brethren Herald.
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