harvest coming

The day my father died,

warm body barely cooled,

Holy Spirit nudged pastor

to visit; he offered prayer

as hearse driver waited.

We circled to hold hands

with hospice social worker,

asking God for His peace.

Pastor said, “Death is

like planting a seed…”

 


Linking to dVerse poets invited to write quadrille (44 words) on “seed” theme.

31 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. memadtwo
    May 04, 2021 @ 18:39:31

    I’m so sorry Lynn. I’m sure your father planted many seeds. (K)

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