MY MOTHER WAS CALLED HOME TODAY.
YET EVEN PAST THEN
We walk together, yet alone we walk.YET EVEN PAST THEN
We live with each other, hear many voices; alone we talk.
For the glue that binds us are our births, the lives we live, our deaths and through this; we are all, watched by GOD.
As we choose to eat this, consume that, be with her or be with him, Love them or Love them not.
Tonight, I'm thinking about where I'd rather be; as I may have burned all my bridges.
Sunk all my ships and I have stranded myself, with my back at the edge of the sea.
I think of my life’s family and many a friend, many children; also that some of us who have reached our mortal end.
For through it all, one by one, we really all die alone.
One thing that is for certain, is that we are all Loved by GOD; as He calls us home, even past then…
https://youtu.be/R24wEF1zEKo
By, Richard Abbenbroek.
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.ca/
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