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Another Man's Pain
A small grave, and for it's weeds was bare with only a handmade wooden cross. Easy to see that a child rest there. Poor unloved young soul was my first thought. Well I read this cross, for this child of grief. "John my young son so frail and fair my joy, my love, my life I leave to the arms of your mother and Lord's care." The back read; "To doctors all my money I gave I cannot buy even a simple stone with a borrowed spade, I have dug your grave, I carve this marker, and am now alone." That wooden cross, seemed to rise high above great marble markers. Thoughts rush my mind as I realized the pain this poor man's heart had harbored. Never again his son he will see knowing his child would rests under cold ground. As unkempt as this grave seemed to be, with it's wooden cross and it’s weeds all around. I pulled at those weeds with my bare hand then my flowers I laid at the foot of that cross. I prayed "Please God, help me understand" as I felt the pain of another man's loss.
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