Pages
Pages...
Empty pages,
lines unwritten,
hopes yet to be.
I wish you were here,
missing me.
Instead, I am,
and you are not.
Heavens close to the water,
and far from the sea.
The Lord is in my heart,
and that is the way...
it must be.
Every day "He" helps me,
get through to the next.
I will not stagger..., or fall.
I will never crawl.
You would be angry
if I let that happen.
"He" has told me so.
So instead I move,
and go.
Empty pages,
soon to be taken down...
from their mighty pedestal.
To be penned upon,
and shared with others,
that call me brother.
To be given to those,
that call me friend.
I miss you,
but I...
will see you,
again!
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