Life is happening. Life is always happening|It doesn’t accommodate our schedule |or ask for an appointment| It isn’t scouting for the perfect environment| or adjusting for the most flattering angle
I could see
you so clearly, feel you, even, and smell
all your scents – you know, the natural ones;
the perfumed ones; your hands – so warm, so strong
and comforting (all, your essence) – so missed.
“He had 99 problems, but death wasn’t one. And it wasn’t any strangers, He sent His only Son.”
If, in leaving a place, Those you leave behind Sigh in relief and Give thanks to God For your departure Then you can trust that You offered no good Provided nothing of substance […]