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When my first wife of nearly
forty nine years died
I wrote several poems about it.
They were very cathartic,
so were my tears.
Life under the Sun is tragic.
It hurt, and it still hurts
like an old war wound
that never quite heals.
Today I cry, not so much for me,
but for others.
I feel their loneliness,
their isolation,
their sense of loss,
their pain.
Rising above the tragedy
of this world
like the brazen serpent
in the wilderness,
lifted up on the tragedy
of the cross
and the triumph
of the resurrection,
is the Lord, Jesus Christ.
the light shining in the darkness,
the Life above the Sun,
filled with joy, hope, peace,
and everlasting life!
"Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher,
vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
What profit hath a man of all his labour
which he taketh under the sun?" Ecclesiastes 1:2-3
forty nine years died
I wrote several poems about it.
They were very cathartic,
so were my tears.
Life under the Sun is tragic.
It hurt, and it still hurts
like an old war wound
that never quite heals.
Today I cry, not so much for me,
but for others.
I feel their loneliness,
their isolation,
their sense of loss,
their pain.
Rising above the tragedy
of this world
like the brazen serpent
in the wilderness,
lifted up on the tragedy
of the cross
and the triumph
of the resurrection,
is the Lord, Jesus Christ.
the light shining in the darkness,
the Life above the Sun,
filled with joy, hope, peace,
and everlasting life!
"Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher,
vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
What profit hath a man of all his labour
which he taketh under the sun?" Ecclesiastes 1:2-3
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