Missing your sarcasm, and home cooked
meals. The taste of your lipstick,
unreceptive for giving. Purple things
are everywhere; your favorite color,
Never can replace my daughter's mother!
But I feel, in my pit, this mountain
First I wasn't budging, from Angels
nudging. For He is alive, and miracles
never ceased! Cackling birds, at my
window, The Lord's House awaits.......
The cup still overfloweth, come, then
Fresh out of extension's. Knowledgeable
parent's, know how to get our attention.
As I exodus his temple, my psyche see's
the mountain crumbling. Unaware of my
humbling; through faith, and my prayer's.
For 6 days, my wife, danced with death.
7 days, even God rest, but on that day
he restoreth your breath!
Unbeknowst, I walketh upon you....
Unaware, he was there. You sat up, healed
in LIFE, HIS FIRST, but my wife!
An image of God smiling at US....
His LOVE, ASCENDED OF DOVE'S!
By the Scribe