Sitting in Michael's Lap
Hopeful and well-written. When you cheat death, you do not escape unchanged ... he leaves with you a heightened sense of appreciation for the simple things in life. It is this that shines through in this poem. Echo, we celebrate your return to happiness. God bless you.
"Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus"
(Now as I hear this bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.")