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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The flutes afloat, am I dreaming, it seems not right. Bluebirds - I cannot see their melody in flight. From the grand-girls, I love the sunflowers - a ray. The flowers crisp; I let them die; no other way. Scent of roses, a-breeze; her funeral last week. The woeful nose; brief breaths; stretched arms of Christ, I seek. In dream, soft hand; darkness would not let me see her. Another sleep, she keeps her distance far; a blur. Open spacious, the gate of pearls, so I might tweet. There, distant wings that fly, and cover face and feet. Open my eyes, so I might see eternity, The blinding light of kin - I’ll serve you fervently. And still closer, draw me, that I might feel the love. All suffering, disrobed, a wardrobe white, thereof. I praise thee, Lord. Through fog, I still admire your crown. Seeing’s not believing; I’ve faith; in truth, I drown. These saints of mine, and yours, consolation in grief. Christ in it all; he pardons sins; time’s not a thief. He wept, was scourged, and died; told Satan…get behind. In suffering and resurrection, we…are twined. Mama dearest, still can’t believe you’re gone; you’re not! Within his arms, he holds you free; lovingly taut. The God of all comfort; within me stirs his voice. The sky is blue. The clouds puffy with tears, and joy.
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