Monday, January 4

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When Mom has passed and fam'ly is no more
And unity dissolves into our tears
When life is merely time-pores that absorb
And fill with every daily living fear

When humor becomes all that we can hear
And laughter is not happiness but wound
When veils are ripped and middle torn and sheer
And every day is walking glass and doom

When numbness and fragility do win
And fingers type these words and say aloud
"When will you finally forgive our sin?"
And you and I are barely around

        Take heart!  Keep going...."do not let your heart
        Be troubled", let the light into your dark.