Four minutes of silence to think
about the unfairness we face
how life can be gone in a blink
and end our allotment of grace.
Four moments of stillness to bear
the pain we would rather move past
but we know it will always be there
until we are with them at last.
Four years make us wonder 'what for?'
lamenting the loss of a love
that seraphim somberly bore
to be with our Savior above.
Are You Reading Me?
3 comments:
so beautiful <3
Bob,
There is a beauty within the sadness of this poem. I think it would be quite fitting as a prayer.
Eileen
a 4 year old drown at a local lake, so sad, we donated food for a benefit :^(
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