Death
(This is an expanded comment I made which I thought it was worth repeating. Joe.)
Death, to see loved ones again after a long separation. Death, to finally hear the angel choirs up close, unfiltered and in person. Death, to get a dear hug from God. Death, the soul no-longer plagued by the aches and pains of a troubled mind and body. Through death, self sacrifice, why slaves are freed, firemen run into the blaze, policemen and women face a hail of bullets to save someone they do not know...why Hitler was defeated and why we are not all speaking German~death is why the people of Ukraine fight on, because they believe in life and honor far greater than the life we know and the death we fear. Death, in the right heart, can stand proudly as Love~our greatest expression! God bless, protect and comfort, those who bravely risk it all in the name of Freedom!
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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