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Prose, presented in patterns, rhythms,
and rhymes,
Soothing to the ear when peace is hard to find.
Speaking comfort
to the broken hearted, lifting them up.
Bringing smiles to the joyful, so much that they erupt.
Springing forth a charisma, that’s easy to see.
Little words, little lines,
Poetry speaks…
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A time to heal...
How can I heal? When I can barely feel,
When I can’t believe, that, this is even real?
Tell me Father! How can this be?
You told me you loved me,
that you’d never
leave me be.
Well why does this brutality
It’s reality; make your truth seem like lies?
I bow my head, I close my eyes, and I hear
You say remember them, remember me.
Through my love you can heal
Showers of grace that you might deal
I’m always here, trust my will.
My love has overcome when for you
I gave my son,
the ultimate victory, he has won.
So what the enemy meant for evil
I’ll turn good, just wait, give it time
And don’t forget vengeance is mine
So I bow my head, I close my eyes as I hear
God say
remember them, remember me.
My grace bestowed has set them free
Dry your eyes no longer weep
Simply, remember them, remember me
So instead of weeping let’s laugh,
Share the good times,
With them we’ve had.
Let’s let this healing, process, begin. | |
