Loss
Seasons of loss
batter and howl
like an angry storm
smashing against waves.
Darkness hides
rays of light
ready to rescue
cutting through the grief.
Memories of grace
remind us to hold
firm to lifeboat
His ongoing presence
never lets go.
Psalm 18:33, “He makes my feet like hind’s feet, And sets me upon my high places.”
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