Harris Collingwood, Priest

For Father Harris

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A priest I once knew

Belonged to that religion

That kept hope posthumous

Glory to come at death

With the son of a virgin

Impregnated by the spirit

Of father god who he united

One in three, indeed was he

Harris knew beyond the ugly

There was the sustainable good

A liveable World that cared

For one another, all colors, ideas

Seen with the joy of beautiful sight

Hope was present always

Not a reward for living the law

But for each one, joyously alive

Hatched into the nest of home

And heart daily, with care

Not posthumously given

As reward for a prayer

A life lived in building together

Structures of health and strength

For loving today was all that made sense

With a god who cared daily

Or afterlife, death is a fragment

Of guessing of power to control

Where maybe become seedlings for life

You shall blossom as wholly human for all

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In Memory of Rev. Harris Collingwood, Church of the Advent, Boston

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