…if you lean in you can hear the moaning…it is only human to wish for something else
Today, the Immense Goodness spewed from the depths like juice from a fully ripe piece of fruit on the tip of God’s tongue
And when all memory of me has passed away, still I will know, still I will know, that I always was, and I always will be, a part of God.
Now that he is buried, I don’t know where to start…like I’m standing within reach of the merry-go-round yet can’t find the timing to climb back on
So hug me now while we can. Give me a mischievous wink, a warm, welcoming smile, a reassuring hand on the shoulder.