Friday, June 9, 2023

Grace

Oh,

To have grace

through grief, pain and silence.


The eerie silence that sweeps over  

when moving bodies to new graves, and responding to an outpouring of sorrow. 

The crispness of hushed whispers and the startling hollows of the shadows.


Stricken 


Wrought 


Shattered 


The crushing loss of a soul filling moments preserved now in mere memories.

Echoes of a voice thriving in an eternal space.


Mourn, 


weep for your beloved,


and hold fast to all grace.

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