Of Loss
Forever’s gift will always bind to chance.
Just down the street extends around the world,
corruption’s stain on every circumstance.
Our coffins – shingles of the underworld.
Another child left frozen, tucked in time.
The future’s orphan trapped within their grief,
of life and lives denied the peace and rhyme
demands to question every held belief.
To choose to trust a promise we all know.
When everything fails you, rocks crushed to sand,
most noble prayer, the answer is still no.
Remember Job and Christ’s pierced loving hand.
A touch of solace which he said and gave,
a heaven’s childhood from an earthly grave.
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