Mixed Moss

Heard the news just today;
hurt so I didn’t know quite what to say.
Sometimes things seem so wrong I don’t have the faith to pray.
Your motherly hug just seems more real
than a God I can’t touch and a love I can’t feel.

But you always used to ask me, once in a while, 
and your lovely eyes would crinkle at the corners as you smiled
if I was still talking to my friend.

So I’ll try.

Dear God,
thank you for the beautiful woman whose strength and love
beautifies earth and leads me to look above
to the place where someday
(a distant day, if I have my way)
she will welcome me.
If I’m lucky.

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