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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
I cry about the loss of friends, and family, and all. I cry to be with them, again, with all on Whom Christ call. I cry about the days of yore when we would often play, would go to shop through many stores, while living day to day. I cry about the light, that seeps through black, stick, fading trees. The last of life on Earth, it creeps, until the New Day sees. I cry about the time I wait, until I see anew the names attached to the word, "late" when grieving days are through. The star above, a steady point, that shines in the night sky. The Christ, The Light, that God anoints forever, by and by. I cry about the ones, now gone, I know not their last state. Were they full told about The Son, before it was too late? I cry for joy about the souls, who know the One, Who saves. I thank Him, that they're fully whole, beyond the loamy grave. I cry for hope in big, wet tears, that someday all the pain will leave with all my earthly fears as Heaven's portals gain. by Jay O’Toole on February 7th, 2025     |
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