Jesus stole him from me;
A cleft of my heart went
With my beloved to grand company.
Shock distracted the void –
Grief befriended melancholy
And I tagged along, I admit.
Anger pulled – whispered of mortality –
I regroup my senses
But still, it finds me.
Thank God, forgiveness was created
For also this exigency.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2023 09:11
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Well crafted and full of power.
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