News

It seems all news is bad news
Yet another dear person died
Children lost a father
A community lost a dear friend

The news repeats itself
Every moment, another breath stops
It is not possible to mourn thousands
Yet mourning one can continue for a lifetime

There are so many to mourn
Knowing how many touch our lives
Feeling the loss when the touch is gone
A tear falls whenever the news has a face

A thousand is a statistic
Too much for the heart to understand
One is a heartbreak
For the heart and mind can work out the relationships

There is a shock, it all seems unreal
How could breath cease?
Must not the sprit that God breathed last?
When the breath leaves this clay, where does it go?

Hope and faith do not reduce the loss
The departed are sorely missed

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s