Poetry of Robert Fisher
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This angel was sent us
who had gone astray
to show us the way.

Wherever he was
that was a sacred space.
Whoever entered became
calm and loving.

Even angels are recalled,
for our world is in dire need
of healing.

The yellow leaves swirl
around his grave
as he often did
by our side.