For all who mourn
Every time I visited
He told me he wanted to get back to church
There is a time for everything
His eyes were dim
And his knees were weak
But his faith humbled me.
“Yes, of course- but God understands.”
Where two or three are gathered, there He is also
“I’ve brought communion, if you would like some.”
I pray that my inane niceties offer comfort.
“He fought the good fight.”
A season for every activity under the sun.
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