A Long Good Night
Dear mother too-long-gone.
One year,
second year of motherless
mother’s days. Never
thought you’d be the first
to go, over many who
seemed more likely,
but I’m not God. He knew.
He knew…we all die.
I thought I knew,
until you did.
The emptiness is complete.
Christ hung on that tree.
He knew
how bad separation
from a mother, from His Father
was. Too-long-gone,
come, Lord Jesus, come
reunite…
it’s been a long good night.
5/3/2022
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