runs through my fingertips
furrows formed by tears
so much run-off in my heart
though preparing these many years
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how can one prepare
for a loved one’s life to pass?
one my knees I’ve daily prayed
memories to hold me fast
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to the pier of grief I’m moored
against me the waves crash
bulwark waterlogged
to hope my sinews lashed
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“steer straight” I hear the call
a lighthouse is ahead
drift not into death’s shoals
peer through the cloud of dread
The walk through grief is a long one but the Lighthouse keeps us safe throughout the journey. I am thankful for Him.
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This touches an eternal sorrow.
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A very poignant poem…a journey we all must make.
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