Requiesce in pace, Cory Compertore
We shout about the ones we hate
until our faces go bright red,
and in this call down a fate
in which a gentle man is dead.
A day is spent to reconsider,
calls for unity and grace,
but anger is a raging river,
a thrill that no peace can replace,
and here, my God, we go again,
"He's an existential threat!",
and thus the rain dance brings the rain
and thus it is not over yet,
and will not be, 'till this, our home,
goes the way of ancient Rome.
Sylvia would organize mass time-outs.
May God have mercy on us. And may His people return whole-heartedly to Him.
ReplyDeleteDebbie, I agree completely. He's the only way
DeleteMay the Lord continue to surround you and Barb with His grace.
ReplyDeleteLisa, thank you so much...these are physically very rough days now, but He is here.
DeleteThanks be to God, we look forward to an unshakable kingdom!
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed, unshakable!
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