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Above This Grave

Above this grave* hovers a soul jubilant Dad Robert now with God, blest and triumphant!
*1Corinthians 15:55 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? April 13, 2019 Edited on June 11, 2021 Honorable Mention, "Bite Size Poem no6" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 6/12/2021.

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Date: 6/13/2021 10:10:00 AM
Truly we are never alone Beata. So well said. Love the "jubilant soul" image! Yes, we will live in jubilant! Blessings of jubilation dear friend.
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Date: 6/13/2021 8:00:00 AM
Congratulations!
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Date: 4/13/2019 8:31:00 AM
Ever Christ's messenger,Beata. A lovely message to comfort those who miss a loved one in the faith.
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