I shall bear a casket away today. Someone has gone on home. Yesterday a human so torn by grief his voice failed, forcing words out as if removing his heart from his chest with his bare hands, told me his lover was hopeless. I hung up the phone. I pressed my hands into my head forcing the tears to seep out in the space I was denying them. Another may be called home. I cursed death and sorrow and knew one day he would get his. My lover drove me to the country and mile after open country mile the corn was up, tiny green lines making the curving of the ripe earth visible, beauty and bounty; so miraculous I was left with only GOD. Oh GOD help my neighbor bear their lover to where they are only with YOU; THE LIGHT to show them the way—like the sun raises the corn from the ground toward heaven. GOD, You are good! All the TIME! You are good enough—to raise us to heaven!
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