(digging through my family photos- my son at One years’ old, he’s 9 now)
deeply grieving, over the way it was,
church on a Sunday,
pub’s in the afternoon,
baptizing Jesus, and the things we lost
temporary-people, cut down in fields of green
temporary-socials, satisfied the touch of needs
I hate to say this..
nothing remains, nothing is promised
save the pain for a little heartache
save the tears in old used coffee cans
save the joy but let spill
over worries, even kill
over problems, gone down hill
over certain unmarked graves
waiting for the day
waiting for the new normal
if it ain’t coming,
I’m running to Jesus
finding that empty grave
lay down upon it,
be the stone that rolled away
be the cloth where is his head lay
be the dove that Christ had come
be the one that spreads good news
be the spirit after flesh
be a witness, be the hope of a small child
be the one who thrives in uncertain times
be the one who’s light still shines
there is, unconquerable hope
and it lives in you & me ~kindness sister Krissy
A Poet's Vision 
Thank you mom , wait so people know that I’m your son☺😊👪👪 love family peace out📴.
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You ARE the light that still shines!
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aw, too kind thank you Lori- from light to another hugs 🙂
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Sometimes we are the witness or the light and sometimes we are just stones and trust that we will be rolled, there are angels for that.
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wow! really love this Maren, – I have truly been plenty of stones and thank God for the angels Amen – this is the word for me today..
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Oh yes!
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