Upon the Loss Of
I choose to remember
Seasons change
Ice will melt
The sun dries up the deepest puddles
I choose to remember
People change
God does not
Love cannot be broken
I choose to remember
Kindness is painless
Any word, any moment
Any thought, any deed
I choose to remember
Mercy is free
The Cross on the hill
The precious Blood spilled
So all is well today
Life is as it should be
No endings, only new beginnings
I choose
Copyright © Barbara Aquila | Year Posted 2019
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