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The summer day - by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean —

the one who has flung herself out of the grass, 146 more words

Poems For The Journey

The Beauty of Death

So much Beauty lies within all things…take the moments to EnJoy it all. -Love Sara Sayers

Death can be seen in many different ways. I choose to see the beauty of the ending. 211 more words

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Hope and a Prayer

I gave up praying

a long time ago,

now I just hope.

My prayers

were never answered

not even by the Pope.

Now when I hope… 130 more words

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A Fine Coat

Grief is a tailor.

Each garment made to suit,

buttons attached each year,

hems altered,

seams made strong by

threads of time,

pockets lined with truth. 170 more words

Poem

Curmudgeon solves one mystery, but another is still possibly unsolved

I have mentioned on several occasions that I have the job of organising all of my wife’s family graves, and that they are paid up, tended to, and that the factions that exist within her extended family remain civil. 1,231 more words

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