From beyond the banks of the rivers of Ethiopia my supplicants.
Will bring me offerings.
We are surely recipients.
Of joy and hope’s renderings.

Despite present tiered tribulations.
Comes joy in the Lord.
Nothing in this life brings true security, only tribulations.
But hope comes with the promise of the adored.

I like to remember the forgotten ones.
Last night I prayed to Richard blessed and I hope future saint.
Perhaps in five hundred years very few have remembered this one of his sons.
His echo like so many is real if very faint.

What shame it is to leave so small a footprint.
For everyone is etched in eternity’s blueprint.