Saturday, March 24, 2018

To a friend whose mother is passing.


While our journeys differ,
they are the same we always see.
E’er the house of mourning awaits,
our pain seems forever to be.
But when we begin to feel
our hearts are fragile as old glass,
our Father’s enduring love says,
“Bide awhile, child, this too shall pass.”

Angela Durden, 2018.




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