My Loyal FriendApr 27, 2003 How lonely he must be. Anchored to me by bonds of love for the One Who created us; masterpieces in transitory ruin. Watching charges dulled with grime is a weary task; Uncompensated and solitary. Eighty-six thousand four hundred times a day -- Do guardian angels feel the length of a second? How painful it must be To wait for a gaze of recognition from eyes unable to see. Thank you seems so paltry; Too cheap a recompense. Intercessory prayer is the best that I can offer; with my love, and hope That God will bless him. My loyal friend.
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