In the shadow of the morning,
While the sky was still gray,
You turned your face away from earth
And God led you away.
Without your strength and love,
While heaven gains another voice
For her choir above.
We’re left without a choice,
And, though our weeping tears have dried,
We still long for your voice.
Monday, March 16, 2026
The Memory Of Loss
Labels:Fiction: the dream
Poetry: Songs of Longing,
Poetry: Songs of Sorrow
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