Thy, not my, but why
Its thy will, not mine.
On loss and death, I ask why.
And I wait, and trust.
We are given so
many blessings; love and gifts.
It hurts when they go.
Memories we want.
A last, final hug/smile/glance,
A little more time.
Pain makes us forget
We're promised eternity
with loved ones and Love.
We forget our time
Is limited here on Earth.
Its thy will, not mine.
3/25/2017
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