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As I get older Lord God, I am more amazed at how good You are to me
and my family. I know this earthly life is but a mist, rolling in
from the ocean, and soon this frame of mine will be
taken away, only to be given a more beautiful presence.
May I always be worthy of being with You,
and may I always be – the man
You have called me to be.
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In the course of our victory, our puzzle completed,
compassion must reign
humanity flowing
in our veins,
as we each become
a new beginning.
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In the wildflowers and ferns, summer
reclaims the earth, and embraces
the sun, spreading peace
throughout the forest.
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Even though our dogwoods have faded, and the tulips
have disappeared, we can look forward now
to the iris, and the gardenias.
And there is always new life,
after the old
has passed away,
a promise
that strengthens us.
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Created for light we were never given
a spirit of despair, but our damaged kingdoms
can be repaired as we walk into
the light of love, seeking the balm
of hope.
New life.
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Remembering little hands covered with dirt and loving it
I shoveled, but you guided them with tenderness, planting
flowers, tomato plants, and some herbs, your hands
covering theirs
down on our knees,
explaining the sun, brings growth
as you closed your eyes, we were silent
smelling the earth
you prayed, and we both pray now
as our children continue
to grow.
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Perhaps when our loved ones pass away,
it is not so much of dying, at it is of living,
in a different way, having shed these shells,
we call our bodies,
with all, of our limitations.
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