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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