
Veiled are the spirits that roam around free
Harsh is the grief of possibilities
Gentle of hand and calming of heart
Shocking release through death now apart
Shadows of memories deeply resound
Waves of infinity dearly are bound
Braided through the strands of fate
Unfurled the entrance of Heaven’s gate
Oh my goodness, what a fitting piece for All Saints Day. Any what a piece for all who have lost a loved one (or two) this year. Thank you. Mom
Love as God loves and live as Jesus lived.
Rev. Tim TenClay