Give thanks to the Lord of lords,
for his love is for ever.
Psalm 135
Grief is not a weak and feathered
unfolding into flight
over the dreaded course,
but rather, the legs upon which we stand
still as the stone of our disbelief
at first,
then growing strong
in our eventuality.
We walk along,
gradually
climb the steepening
routes
edging the ageless
cliffs of love.
This is a beautiful piece, Cynthia. Be assured of our prayers.
ReplyDeleteThank you Amy. We all appreciate them deeply.
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