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"My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear."
                                                           A Rambling Poet

Dear God, may I please have an answer,
Am I ever permited to know
Why the one who was still so much needed,
Was the one who was chosen to go?

You know I'd have carried the burden.
You know I'd have given my all,
If I could have kept my beloved son
Until I too had answered Your call.

And now you are coming for him, Lord,
My brother, much younger than I.
He is more like a son than a brother.
Is it any wonder I cry?

These two men so worthy and needed,
Two men upon whom I depended,
Their going diminishes this Earth 
And leaves my existence upended.

I don't want to seem so ungrateful
For the wonderful years that we had.
But what will I do with this love, Lord,
That is making my days now so sad?

Is there such a need up in Heaven
That is so much greater than ours?
If so please give me a sign, Lord.
I've searched and I've searched in your stars.

Dear Lord, please stay through my sorrow.
May I feel You right there by my side?
Please guide him to the others in Heaven;
When my younger brother has died.

By: Joyce Johnson 8/13/11

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