rest in peace, Rip!

 

Dear God, why does everyone have to die? One by one, we leave this world cold and those left standing feel abandoned, depressed, hurt, and angry. We know that you understand deep emotion. After all, you lost your only Son…and that son wept at the grave of his friend. We believe you mourn with us. Yes, our final enemy wields a cruel stinger but you took the sting out of death for Uncle Raymond (“Rip”). You called him quietly in his sleep; he passed unexpectedly, without suffering. Thank you, Father, for your mercy, even in his final breath. We grieve but he rejoices, celebrating in your presence today; reunited with his wife, son, and sisters. He fell asleep in mysterious darkness and woke to a glorious morning!

 

breath of life recalled
death comes as thief in the night
sun will rise again

 

 

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Raymond (right) died in early morning of brother Willis’ 90th birthday (8-18-18)

off-beat circadian rhythm

 

waking teenage boy

in morning proves real challenge

he’s wired to sleep sound

after three alarms buzz on

you will find him still snoozing

 

“What time did you go to bed?”  is my first question 🙂  Join Elsie’s weekly tanka challenge at Ramblings of a Writer.

meditation on psalm 5:3

 

“O Lord, in the morning you hear my voice; 

in the morning I direct my prayer to you and watch.”

 

Lord, in the morning

under shadow of pines

you will hear my voice

sunlight filters through forest

in distant sky, eagle soars

 

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Country Pines, Marshall TX

entangled etchings

Link to d’Verse Poets Pub  featuring artist Danny Gregory of Sketchbook Skool…

 

untitled drawing by Danny Gregory, used with permission

untitled drawing by Danny Gregory, used with permission

 

if i could write

the story

of us,

i’d wake up

to you next to me

every morning

and watch

you breathe

regular

and gently

trace the edge

of your angular

shoulder blade

and feel your

warmth

even before

we sleepily

embrace,

entangled…