Blankets of soft memories
Float around my head
Settling where they will
Cushioning those old hurts
Lying on their concrete bed of mourning
I lift my hand to catch one
But it passes through my fingers
A thread of light
Weaving a promise in the shadows
Utterly Thine O Lord
Hmmm, I like this. It is right where I am tonight. Thanks for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I went to a wake yesterday and this is where was at, too.
ReplyDeleteOops! I meant where I was at!
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