Morning brought
mourning
With more in the
night.
Sadness and sorrow
Defined my plight.
Deep tears* of the
heart
Of everything dear.
Grieving and longing
Segued straight to
fear.
Writhing and groaning
Unbearably hurt.
My dark companion
Agony my mate.
Questioning, “Why, why
Just not let me die?”
“Where’s there any
good?”
To heaven I’d cry.
Then being quite still
God revealed true
grace;
Our hearts in His
hands,
Our image Her face.
For love never dies
It’s stronger in
death.
Creator gifts us
Our very own breath.
Comfort surpassing
Anything yet known
With heavenly Love
We’re never alone. (*rip,
shred )
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