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For Bruce. |
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Fariegirl Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 147 |
Sitting in a dim lit room, Clutching a small book, I get up and close my eyes, Not strong enough to look. I place the book beside you, And barely brush your hand, I want to let you go, But I don’t think I can. I drop down on my knees, Press my cheek against the wood, "Get up my child," says the Lord, "Father if I could!" My voice rings out Small and weak, A small tear rolls Down one cheek. "Child, be strong," says the Lord "He is well with me, And when you come into this life, Trust me you will see." ~*For Bruce Gilley. 1989-2004.*~ |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Loss is sorrowful and this weeps -- yet it speaks of hope- well expressed.  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
a precious write |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
you have written the ache so well... |
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